it's in your blood and it's in your making

He eyed her a moment, but said nothing. He wondered what thoughts left her looking so serious and sad. He wondered if she still missed Archon, if Hannibal treated her well. He had never approved of that coupling, but he loved her too much to voice his dissent.

He did cock a brow at her next words, and he moved a paw to gently brush against hers. “Self pity doesn't suit you, my little flower. “ he murmured softly. “You know I will always come if you call, and you are welcome to spend time in Armada lands.” it had been even longer since she had sought him out in the Armada, but he could forgive her that. Perhaps it was hard to watch how he had flourished. Even if he had done so in her name.