Hello, Welcome Home.

Caedes observes Sloan's response with an observant eye, noting the subtle shifts in her posture and expression. He nods in acknowledgment of her understanding, her receptiveness to his guidance despite the weight of their circumstances is reassuring to say the least.

Sloan speaks of honing her skills and proving herself to Sephiran, to which the obsidian brute nods in assent. The Saxe cunning and intelligence shine through in her words and demeanor, traits that suit her well. He returns her smirk with a grin of his own, taking in a deep breath as he tests the air and the scents on the breeze.

When Sloan leans against his foreleg, Caedes feels a faint warmth within him, a rare sensation in the typically stoic depths of his being. He does not know what to do with this, as they’ve never been all that close. But he does not pull away. Sloan's teasing tone brings a brief, almost imperceptible twitch of amusement to Caedes's lips. He nods once more.

As Sloan suggests settling in for the night, Caedes considers her proposal. A lesson over dinner could prove beneficial for both of them, an opportunity to share knowledge and perhaps catch her up to speed. With a nod of agreement, he gruffs, “Very well. I will gather some wood for the fire, and the meal. You focus on conserving your energy. What will we do if you fall asleep in the middle of my lesson?” The scarred brute rolls his shoulders, tail flicking behind him as he steps away from her. He does not wait for her answer, and instead sets about preparing for their evening together, his mind already calculating the best approach to imparting his wisdom to his sister.