Is that really you?

The Warlord followed quietly after Io as she led him into the castle. Her small slay tossed to the earth like it was of no importance. That seemed to be a common trait with Io now. Nothing mattered, nothing was permanent. He did twitch a brow when she snagged a piece of jerky and crammed it into her maw. He made no comment on that, either. Simply observing, considering, and worrying. He was already forming an idea, and it was likely a terrible one.

“Ah, so it is” he said back with a gentle smile for his sister. Stepping into the room with basins. “Can you reach behind my ears, Io? My old paws don’t bend like they used to.” he said, which was barely the truth as he stepped into the water. Laughing good naturedly at her teasing. Her teasing gave him the illusion that things were not admiss, and he craved the sound of it.

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