Sun Mote Copse slow dancer, no answer

Such a curt reply, so frigid.. and subtly Jarilo shifted himself, looking for the best route to use to navigate this if it was to stay between them. He was being careful, perhaps overly so, but it was out of his own unknown and a want to preserve peace--maybe regain it? He was uncertain, exactly. Arcturus' side of it all was a whole new animal to consider, of course. He did not intend to provoke, so cue more heedful words to come. I hope you mean that, that you are--and have what you need here, he tacked on, not needing an answer for it, though it was something unsaid that told him he should doubt that or maybe it was him wanting that to be true. Looking at him, though, it didn't seem right, unless it was the veil of skepticism his brother wore that threw Jarilo off. Maybe he was fine. Maybe this was fine here with the Firebirds. He didn't know. After all, he had not known the whole lengths of his brother's unhappiness before either.. so he doubted his ability to pass the perfect judgements.

Regardless, his ears flicked up straight. Kukutux, her pups.. his pups! He was still conceptualizing this, new in the role, but it was his all the same. At least Jarilo was far less on edge about Arcturus' relationship with her (and therefore, those yet to be born) than he was Revui. That was not something he was willing to be weighed down by now, despite all of the ice he didn't know how to break yet. Thanks.. he breathed alongside a dip of a nod and soft tail sway--to sweep away the thoughts of how staggeringly monumental that was for him, and what he wanted to say about how he would have had Arcturus more present in their lives, but that was a selfish thought. Hydra and Dirge's will be here soon, too, he mentioned, to feel out how he might regard such a piece before he would think to extend any offer of what his sister had said.