Dead inside

"Talk" Walk

Night had fallen on the lands, though with Winterfell being outside of the blast zone they seemed relatively safe and didn't need to relocate. Smoke and ash still spewed from the East, and occasionally he could feel the lighter tremors that managed to reach them. Other than that, the nights were just colder so far...but he figured it was just how this Winter would be this year. His wolverine had gone out to hunt and the cockatoo was sleeping, so Ig went for a patrol since he was neither hungry nor tired just yet. He had a lot on his mind, particularly on Corvus. How hard had Abaven been hit? Was his friend out there wounded and suffering? Was he okay? Was he alive? He felt a weight in the pit of his stomach at the thought...but there was nothing they could do for Abaven right now. Not while the Volcano was active and the areas surrounding it still incredibly dangerous. He would have to simply hope for the best and pray that his friend was okay and made it out safely.

He sighed as he tried to focus on other things. And luckily for him, a distraction came. Sort of. His ear twitched when he heard the soft sounds of someone nearby, and as he slowly and carefully made his way around the stern of the ship, he spotted Yurei's pale form curled in on herself. Was she...crying? Concern showed on his face and he watched her for a moment, wondering if he should approach or just leave her alone. It didn't take him long to decide, however, that leaving her alone would probably be the wrong option. So he approached, claws tapping softly on the structure they called home. "Yurei? A-are you okay?" Clearly she wasn't, but he wasn't sure how else to ask. Was she afraid because of the Volcano? Or something else? He noticed her demeanor quite often, always looking afraid and terrified of something...he wanted to know what was wrong, but he didn't want to feel like he was prying. He stopped a short distance from her, just enough to where she still had her personal space.