Lost Creek Hollow sicillian crest

Treason was left trying to figure out what she should expect from Okeanos.  He wasn't staying unless something changed, so what kind of position did that put everything in?  She wasn't exactly the person to go after if you just wanted open ended conversation.  There was usually some sort of spark to place things around and right now, she had no idea.  Treason was also honestly a little bit wary because she was wondering if he was as flighty and prone to whatever the hell overreactive nonsense as Ibis.  She'd been nothing but fair to the girl and she still freaked out.  Can't please some people.

At least he seemed to have a purpose and wasn't suddenly fleeing to the horizon immediately.  I was heading back to the den now.  You could tell me about yourself.  Or what you'd want to know.  She took another couple of steps as she spoke.  It wasn't a directly spoken invitation but to a certain point it was up to him if they walked and talked or not.  It wasn't like the den was right around the next turn, there was still enough walking to contain a conversation if that was the choice.