Let you down

The smile lingered for a moment but it wouldn't last forever. Corvus wasn't particularly good at expressing his emotions verbally, but they tended to be written plainly all over his features - at least the essence of them. He was no good at concealing when he was feeling unwell about anything. Around Theory it felt particularly difficult - no, impossible. His expression shifted and gave way to something less bright, though in the company of his closest kin he couldn't help but appear a bit more relaxed, despite all the worries that plagued him. "Not really," he answered, a bit too quickly. But the question about his den seemed to strike a nerve. He'd carefully helped dig it out and line it with furs for the comfort of himself and Twig, never knowing that children might be a possibility - and for a while after Twig had broken the news to him their den had felt eerily empty and cold. Frozen indeed, he thought somberly to himself. His thoughts were somewhat disjointed as he tried to collect them and form a coherent response to Theory's question. "It's.. fine," he started, his voice cracking as he felt the sting of tears suddenly rise to his eyes. Damnit. He wasn't the crying type, at least not in front of others, but somehow Theory relaxed him enough that his body couldn't fight the tears that suddenly appeared... and started to spill down his cheeks.