accidental additions to the orphan club
Theory & Raure
Gunmetal eyes tracked the slow, deliberate strides with which his leader moved. Bringing herself about in a slow circle until she sat shoulder to shoulder with him, staring at the vestiges of sunlight cast upon the ephemeral clouds. Though her words were an attempt to lend him some comfort, the pale yearling couldn't help but cling to the roiling guilt in his gut. Her apology was met with a furrowing of gilded brows, though he did not shy away from the gentle bump of her shoulder against his own. Immediately, she asked after the health of the boy. Hesitation bade him pause for a moment- he wasn't exactly a healer. He didn't know much. "I... think so." he said quietly, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. "Many of the crystals on his face have begun to fall away on their own, and the oozing from his.. face.. has stopped." he added, though the tone of his voice betrayed his uncertainty.
Yet more confusion was brought on by her gratitude, as though there had been any other option than to save that boy from tumbling headlong into the icy waters at the base of the eastern cliffs. He said nothing, as any attempt to accept her thanks felt wrong. She continued on, explaining that he had more than punished himself for his rash decisions. Instead, she wanted to know more about Raure. If there was truth to his story, and the potential risks that might arise if it turned out his parents were alive and well. "Ah.." he trailed off, and any of the tension that might have been relieved by the news that he wasn't going to be drawn and quartered had suddenly returned tenfold. The thick cords of muscles in his broad shoulders went taut, and he couldn't help but look back down at his paws. "I.. ah, didn't think to question him much. I didn't- don't- want to believe that he would lie about having dead parents." the words tumbled away with a weak chuckle, and he glanced over to Theory.
"Maybe it's better if we both talk to him.. If you have the time?" he asked with a slight quirk of his brow. Solo knew he wouldn't be able to relax until the situation was handled, but he was also well aware that with the new changes being implemented to their ranks and structure, Theory was about to be extremely busy. She would need to put him to work, not waste time solving his problems.