As his brother spoke, Razor closed his eyes gently. Letting out a shiver as he felt his body relax against the sound of his brother's voice. He would be alright - he wanted to believe that was true. So he let the native words sink into that head of his carefully. Razor wanted to share his thoughts and feelings with them, all of them, but he just couldn't. If it wasn't one thing it was another thing making him sick to his stomach. Most of all he wanted to hug his dad and tell him everything was going to be okay.
Razor nodded his head, nuzzling against Rivaxorus. He watched the snow on the ground, listening to the quiet and the sounds outside of their little bubble. With someone here to keep him warm - it was the sound of his own thoughts that he was fighting with. He didn't - no couldn't say anything right now. Resting was just enough for him, and thinking about what the days would throw at them. All they could do really was live.
