i ain't got your name on my hand

Dread hadn't remembered, though thoughts of his mother still twisted his guts. It's an ache in his chest, something heavy. Right. Push those thoughts back, that wasn't why he'd come. Too many reminders of why he'd left, though the boy wouldn't let that taint the visit. Dread bites back the angst that bubbles in his chest, wills it away. As quickly as the feelings had risen, they settle. Deep breath, in through his nose. He's okay.

Gaze softening, Dread realizes that he has news of his own. "You're also welcome to visit us. It's safe, if you trust my treehouse construction." The joke is light, a wave of his tail. Though he was trying to make light of the tension that swelled in his chest, Dread's offer is genuine. Modesty had been explicit in her instructions, the Archipelago was open to all. She'd been eager to meet with Halo, and he could only venture it would be the same for Sirius.
"Dread Fatalis"