i'm sure there ain't heaven but i still like to picture her there

She was sassy. He was sassy. They could just stand here and sass each other back and forth for probably eternity, actually. Siblings, right? "I expected someone to have the foresight to not put the shed on the damn beach, but here we are!" He's not shouting, but he's frustrated. At least he can channel his negative feelings into something, at least he can be frustrated at something.

I'm not an invalid-- Dread softens, his ears drooping a bit. "I know I just... I worry about you." The words were quieter, now. He'd dropped the irritation from his tone. They were so young when mom died, he couldn't stand the thought of losing one of his siblings too. He's a worrier. The boy goes back to organizing, putting things away, stepping carefully around Kite as he does. "Organizing the shed. I tried to get some stuff out for training earlier and found it absolutely trashed," he explained, hanging some practice weapons up on pegs.

"What're you doing?" Well, there had to be a reason she was out... right?

"Dread Fatalis"