Corvus wouldn't necessarily consider himself a good conversationalist, but.... he generally said what he was thinking, and currently he was feeling too sore and exhausted from his trek back home to make a big deal out of much. Even a cat living in Abaven, apparently. Weirder things would surely happen - his life wasn't proving to be boring by any means and he didn't think making a huge fuss about something like this would do anyone any good. If Cannival meant any harm, surely they would know by now.. and letting in a stranger was always a risky move, regardless of whether they were a child or a full-grown feline.
Her story was either proof she was a damn good actress, or that she really might be different than most felines. Wait - they killed cubs? The thought of killing anyone made him feel faint. He could see maybe killing someone who was threatening his family, but never children.. the thought made him visibly frown. "Wow," he breathed, clearly disgusted at the thought; hopefully it said a lot about Cannival that she'd wanted to leave a life like that behind her. Not only did she disagree with the lifestyle, but... apparently it had happened to her. Corvus looked even more uncomfortable now. He couldn't imagine the pain she had gone through - no wonder she'd wanted to do somewhere near, even if somewhere she might not be fully accepted. Being an outsider was better than losing your own children, he would assume...
"Even the kid who tried to murder their sister?" He spoke up without thinking, forcing a grin as if to lighten the mood as he referenced what she's said earlier. Oh shit - maybe joking about children murdering one another wasn't such a great idea when Cannival had just described losing her own children. "But no, Abaven... it's a good place. A bit weird at times, but good," he explained certainly. There was nowhere he'd rather be, even if sometimes he too felt like an outsider of sorts here. "You definitely picked the right place to seek refuge."
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