Warden knows better than to leave the den right now. The flooding, and what he'd done after... well, there'd been a fair bit of water in his lungs. Though he'd seemed fine at first, the boy had taken rather ill after. It was only with round the clock care from his mother than he'd managed to pull out of it... well. Warden was still mostly whole, and he's still entirely himself. It's on a particularly warm day that he ventures out, into the dappled sunlight. Halo had slipped away to tend to an injury from training, something moderate enough to need her care would have her gone from some time.
Tilting his face to the warm sunlight, Warden strides out into it tentatively. A sigh stretches his lungs, and he comes away coughing. Right, well, that's okay. The burning meant that he was still here. It meant that he was still alive. Still... he was still breathing. Shaking his head, as if to clear it, Warden took a few steps forward. His gaze keen, eyes bright. He'd enjoy a warm afternoon, filled with fresh air, at least for as long as he could manage it.
