Deepwood Weald Feeling warm 'til the summer was over

There was not a lot else he was willing to say about his uncle, so the nod he replied in was a little dismissive. It was already plenty and it was unfortunate. They hadn't been overly close, no, but he had been too young for more--seemingly--and had not got the chance to really reach anything more meaningful given the timing of things. Anyway, she said they'd mind the claims, and that was worth a nod from him to say he would hold her to that. From their perch, they would catch wind fast if groups of stragglers were loitering around anyway.

You are welcome, he replied after a breath in which he contemplated outright silence. No, he knew it wiser to play nice, and better for appearances for the time being. Good luck to you too, the dark yearling added back as he started to step away, trying not to sound ominous, but his note didn't have the same lightness that hers could boast. Something in him wanted to believe she would need it more than him in the coming months. But, after now, it probably wasn't his thought to think.

He left the scene entirely after one last chuff of goodbye, intending to note the direction of her path at the bare minimum. Besides that, he simply tried to move on from here after--on to the next thing.