Bearclaw Valley beloved physician

He was pleased with what he got. If she meant to kill him once, she seemed to know her place in relation to him now. Aventus did not think he would have to watch for signs of his sister's aggression from here on out. It was liberating; he never realized just how much tension wound through him from the mere thought of her betrayal.

They were close, once, and then they grew up, and now he was unsure whether he loved her or hated her, whether he would fight to save her life or fight to end it. He had no read on his own emotions regarding her, let alone hers regarding him, but he was at least a little convinced he could let his guard down now, at last.

Aves had nothing to say in response to her uttering his title. It felt good. It fit like a glove, or at least, he felt that it did. Rather than addressing that, he let his tail droop and drift side-to-side while he studied the skull, then said, he was punished because you were spared.

A part of him was relieved she lived, and a part of him was afraid.