Blackfeather Woods too short, walking the streets, i'm hating my haircut

Rowan's comforting words barely reach him, but the touch registers fully, at least. He relaxes, slowly, as the whispers start to fade. It's awhile before he feels comfortable enough to move. When he finally does, he presses a brief kiss to Rowan's cheek, unable to fight the compulsion but unwilling to explain himself. So he simply acts like nothing bad had happened at all. He mentions, in a few words, the whispers — and then he moves on quickly, turning his focus to the group he still needs to retrieve. And that's about where it ends.