Honeyed Pasture ah, there's still time

Keyni was still tense, which fed readily into his uncertainty as he kept himself planted where he was. He debated offering to leave, but that felt too sudden, and not what he wanted to do yet at all. She remained in her spot as well, he noticed, and her reply went on towards the flow he had aimed for--one attempting conversation. In part, he simply kept to feeling quietly confused, though he could answer easily enough about the coast with a straight face. Good, different.. he drawled, trying to keep it concise as he peered openly her way. Peaceful, he summarized, hoping the list did not seem too terribly abrupt, but it was honest. He had hidden from everything there. It's worth a visit, Antares added, quieter, when he suddenly wanted to offer that she could visit, that he knew where there was a good view, a pleasant spot, and he had to stop this thought before it got away from him. I could show you where.. He swallowed, refocused, trying not to get into that; it was best she stay close to her pack, he reasoned.

I.. hope you've been well, too.. he spoke low, almost uncertain how to package what he wanted to say, imploring her to read into it with this look. Well enough despite everything, despite him, here and now, having to think way too far about staying put. He hoped that Moonglow was strong, steadying, and had been everything she needed it to be--that it was not some discontent there that had driven her to wander. But a part of him did hope it was not necessarily a pursuit, either.

Ultimately, was not really his concern though, despite the protective edge he felt when he drifted over the idea--one he tried to bite back, then swallow entirely. He was just some rogue now, Keyni's business absolutely her own, and Moonglow was not the Glen just for starters.