Silver Moraine Trouble keepin' up communication

They're over at Hushed Willows, to the west, he made a vague gesture with his snout. To her question, he wasn't sure exactly how to explain without relaying everything he'd experienced. He decided to go for the most obvious. They seem like good people, don't get me wrong, but a pack that refers to a leader as a faerie Queen isn't exactly something I trust, he explained. It was difficult to really get at. He was sure that Lumiya was also a good person, he simply did not trust a monarchy like that.
You don't have to be alone, she said. He looked at her. He felt tense. He felt defensive. But he trusted her, and so he simply looked forward, staring at the ancient path they walked upon as she offered her own home to him. He swallowed. A long period of silence passed while he dipped his head, idly sniffing at nothing.
Taikon continued to look forward as he answered, finding eye contact with her impossible. So, you think I should come back with you so we can be miserable together, instead of me being miserable alone. His voice was very serious. Finally, he looked at her, and his dejected expression morphed into a curvy, silly smile. I like it, he laughed, finding the black humour a nice little spark in an otherwise meaningless day.