Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match

Having a plan, even if it wasn't quite the one he'd expected, made a wave of relief wash over Typhon. He did have a purpose in this family - even if it was not exactly what he'd expected. He'd spent so long away from his family training his mind and body, and preparing himself for... well, whatever was required of him. Though he'd only had the most basic of fighting lessons, he'd mostly thought he might be a fighter - but no, Malleus wanted him to be a father. Perhaps once he might've thought that an easier route, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with uncertainty. Maybe fatherhood would be even more difficult than he could've imagined..

He listened to his nephew's advice, nodding seriously at his words. He'd only become a father recently, so at least Typhon knew he could go to Malleus for advice if he needed. At the comment that fatherhood was stressful and wonderful, he let a small grin creep onto his features. "I could imagine," he replied earnestly. It was hard to picture exactly what it might be like to become a father but he couldn't imagine it'd be fun all the time; though he knew few things in life that were truly good and rewarding came without a fight. His final comment earned another grin, a more light-hearted one, and the expression was followed by a low chuckle. "Thank you for the talk, Malleus. Everything is more more clear to me now." He had known Ashiel's vision held significant weight to it, but with Malleus's train of thought he felt it all sinking into place now. He offered his nephew a deep bow, nose nearly grazing the ground, before he bid him a silent farewell and headed back the way he'd came.

- exit Typhon -