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

He was content to organize around her, to move around her where she settled. Dread could hear it in her voice-- she was done yelling, too. "This is the shed with the fighting stuff, the one with the fishing stuff is farther down." He explained gently, working at making sure everything was put away in at least some sort of correct place. There was so much disorder, he couldn't take it. Dread has a hard time with mess, with chaos... small acts of control. Small acts of control keep him grounded. This was another one of those acts.

A thump to his shoulder, and then the side of his mouth. There was no stopping the chuckle that came as he teasingly nipped at his sister's wrist. It wasn't hard, and he could mess around with her at least a little bit. She'd managed to find the training weapon he was trying to put up, and promptly drop it. Subtly, Dread moved to slide it under her paw. He only hoped that Kite hadn't quite noticed. "More power to her, actually." It was actually a bit funny to him, his sister's eyes having a mind of their own.

"I feel like I never see you, anymore. You doing okay?" They'd all started to live their own lives, to forge their own paths. Dread still worried for his siblings, still wanted to take care of them, but the way to do that was becoming less and less clear. A bit of conflict in his chest over the whole thing, as well as where Deluge played into it all. It was a lot, and they were so young... but they'd been through a lot, too.

"Dread Fatalis"