Redhawk Caldera Fevered Interest

There was finally some form of communication rolling -- well, somewhat. The giant before him still didn't really offer words, but instead dipped his head in a way that caused Azon's ears to splay in discomfort. Bowing was a little too formal for Azon's taste, but he didn't feel like he could say anything about it at the moment -- so the mouth that opened to protest was quickly shut.

Next, they'd raise a paw behind him to what Ignis assumed was to refer to the Caldera. Did this guy...just not talk? Or did he just not want to talk to him in particular? "Yeah, that's, uhh....that's th'Caldera alright." The Tundrian confirmed while looking back, clearing his throat awkwardly amidst the painful silence.

As if to (unknowingly) come to his rescue, The appearance of Towhee graced his vision, and a relieved sigh fled his dark lips while he stepped aside to allow the Soveirgn room to join. Except, he too, did not miss the tears which streamed down the woman's face -- the only difference was that Ignis already had an idea of what could've caused it. 

He made no comment on it as she approached -- only a worried glance to wonder how she'd been doing since yesterday before turning back to face the silent giant.