Firefly Glen a minty fresh death breath

He preferred to let her be as that chunk of bad news could settle in, all while hoping not to weather any major ripples thanks to it. But, like most things so far, she seemed to take it in stride--given, not pleased, but able to offer her condolences--which Antares didn't know how to gracefully receive, either. A look away, a small nod. After a pause that he let get heavy, he offered a small Thanks.. A lot changed here because of it, as an explanation. Mostly, he meant for himself, freshly ascended in place of his fallen brother while he felt the grip on his other brother slipping... That was about as far as that ought to go right now, unless she needed otherwise. He, certainly, did not.

He followed her gesture easily after, happy enough to consider elsewhere--anywhere, even to a sliver of healing flesh. Eyes narrowing, thankfully, it was the kindest wound he'd seen in weeks. Hope you were good practice for him then, if nothing else, he smirked, humor drier than usual apparently. But point remained, if Holland had walked away from the encounter, then good. Never hurts to be prepared for the difficult patients. Antares offered. Anything else in particular you'd like to know? he asked, before he tried to fill in the blanks more on his own.