Silver Moraine Trouble keepin' up communication

Ah yes, it was a woman who convinced me, naturally, he explained, though it told an incorrect story even with that short explanation. Aphrodite had indeed convinced him to join her pack, but they had hardly been romantically inclined despite the healer's efforts. Taikon was tempted to relay she is dead now but held himself back. That was too much information for a person he hadn't seen in forever. He didn't much feel like breaking down in tears as he had with Luna.
At the next bit, a deep frown lined his white features. The Saints were mortal enemies. Were he of a stronger type, he might have sought some sort of vengeance on them. He certainly wanted to hurt them, but he just didn't have the energy for hatred anymore. He had lost a significant amount of weight during his journey in the Wilds alone. Though he had long been a lone wolf, the emotional toil had started to take a physical toll on him.
Uh, he fumbled. Well, the floods destroyed the area Whitebark held, and everyone dispersed. I don't know, I guess I was worried. The Saints were... he thought briefly of what Donovan had done to Aphrodite. They aren't good people. I wanted to make sure you were okay, the prince said in earnest.
Are you... okay?
Was she was still unhappy where she was? Perhaps the move had given her new perspective and changed her mind.