Wheeling Gull Isle Set aside your rules

He didn't know anything. Or at least probably didn't at this point. He'd smelled Niamh around the territory probably but hadn't met her or anything. It had given him other thoughts he'd not wanted to dwell on so he'd not gone out of his way to seek her. At times it was better he stay with his own family. Running into Aiolos at least wasn't awful. Mal probably didn't have to explain anything else, which was nice and welcome. But uhh. Mal kind of lost his ability to be conversational at some point. He paused.

So how was he supposed to act around Aiolos? Well, it wasn't like Mal was in the mood to challenge anyone at this point. Maybe before he'd wondered if he could stand beside Hua or something but everything that had happened had done a good job at nerfing his inspiration to ask it. Either way, it meant Mal's ears were pretty permanently tipped back slightly, and his demeanor was unchallenging. Hey. How's it going? Though honestly that question of his was more of a statement. Half-hearted. Probably the answer would be nothing. But did he want to mention his other issues too? Hm.