Time was supposed to heal all wounds, and maybe that was true but he still missed his dad just as much now as he had a season ago, and the season before. He'd taken to making the trek to his father's grave almost daily, just to sit and talk to him. He couldn't bring himself to just spill out everything to Sirius; she had her own problems and her own worries and he didn't want to add to them. He wondered if his father could hear him on the other side, or if he was too busy being a king there. No, Dad had always made time for them when he was king of Regium. So he sat, and he talked, and he always left feeling a bit better. A bit less alone. He knew Dad wouldn't have left them if he could have helped it. Mom and Bellona needed him over there more than Siri and Inty and Minnie had needed him, and they had all had each other so he hadn't really left them alone. He just... really wished his dad hadn't had to go. Dad wouldn't have let anything bad happen to them.
"I've been working on my endurance," he told Drashiel. "I feel like I'm really improving. I can go a lot longer without stopping than I could before and I feel like I might be getting stronger too. I... don't know where Minnie is yet." His face fell at that admittance. "And Integra is still gone. I don't know if anyone else knows they've been away or not. I don't know where Minnie went, or why. That's why I've been staying in Imperium, because this is the last place they were so maybe they'll come back? But they haven't. I don't know if they're ever coming back." He shifted his paws, and his face crumpled into a lost, childish expression. His claws scraped across the dirt in aimless patterns. "I failed you, Dad. I don't know what to do anymore. I wish you were here to tell me. I miss you. Please bring them home."