King Elk Forest who died and left aristotle in charge of ethics?

things are all topsy-turvy now with brienne back and brienne and mato broken up and mato and delight's weird... whatever it is between them now. it's not nothing but it's also not anything and delight thinks its maybe worse than when he was pining quietly from afar.

there's nothing he can do for it now, though, except sulk. which he hasn't done in a long while, and it's well earned, thank you. he sulks his way through the forest until he catches sunflower's scent and then he sulks his way towards that. the androgyne thinks he should probably not sulk in front of the núro but - it's sunflower, so maybe it's okay. he comes up behind her as she back tracks, and curious, follows her gaze to the shape of the king elk. ah.

"he's pretty magnificent," delight says, more or less directly into her ear. "wanna talk to him?" he adds, in the same deadpan as always but with a quirked eyebrow, a hint of something teasing.