Broken Antler Fen Go ahead and cry, little girl

He can see her contemplating; perhaps weighing the pros and cons. Perhaps he hasn’t mentioned the war to her. Perhaps he should. Maybe she’d change her mind. He decides he will not hide it from her, but he will not speak so freely with another that he doesn’t know as well. Though one could argue he doesn’t even know Teya herself well, but she’s still more familiar than their soft hearted company. Wouldn’t want anything to get too out of hand now would he?

When she speaks, he’s horribly pleased with what she says. It’s true. Better to be safe than sorry as they say. He doesn’t show his cards yet – doesn’t betray his satisfaction with a cheeky smirk or gleeful twinkle of his eye. Rather, he keeps a fairly neutral poker face, opting to tick his head down in an understanding nod back. 

Until she grins at him. 

Then he can’t help but crack a smile. A simple twitch of his lips betrays his his mask of faux coolness. That usual gleam of mischief swirls in his eyes at her next words. No, he can wait. The information would probably be worth it, but he’s been wrong before. 

“No rush, darling.” He hums back pleasantly. “Talk amongst yourselves.” Then he can’t help but turn her words back on her in good fun. “Are you in a rush to have me leave?” He jokes with a raise of cream brows. “Would I be a nuisance if I asked to stay a night? Leave in the morning?” He tries his luck, adding an extra amount of charm when he uses that smile that contorts his face handsomely. “Been an awfully long journey.” He almost wants to wink at her, but he resists the urge to be such a dog in front of their company. After all, she stayed in his territory, why not try his luck with staying in hers. In her company of course.