Qeya River sparrow's sorrow

a soft frown tugs at the edges of kivaluk's lips; ears fluttering back to rest at half mast and a softer furrow of his brow. indicators of his worry in regards to akkuma; made perhaps more pronounced by his mother's i do not know. he looks to her for assurances, though he is grateful she does not shroud the truth of her concerns from him. it makes him feel a bit like an adult.

yes, kivaluk replies with a hearty nod. i dunno if he'll always want to tag along but i'll ask. at least, he figures, if he asks then if akkuma says 'no' it's up to him.