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when rodyn's call rises this time: it is for kivaluk specifically and comes from a direction outside of the moonglow's claim. courtesy bids kivaluk to dutifully make his way towards rodyn, despite that nerves bite at his heels like hungry hellhounds with each step closer he takes. he worries he is trouble for his awkwardness at rodyn's wedding.

but, even through that worry, kivaluk holds steadfast and readies himself to say that perhaps it should've been a private moment.

with his heart thrumming in his throat his steps slow as he approachs rodyn, taking note of the older man's scars that spoke of his experience. what's up? kivaluk asks, wishing his voice hadn't been so hesitant.