turmoil at the front

Erik is... honestly, he's feeling better than he has been. The burden of his father's care wasn't on his shoulders alone anymore. He was on good terms (better than good) with Ember, and he was settling into the Hallows alright. Living indoors was a strange concept, it would take some adjusting. It's always going to take some adjusting.

Growing pains, in a different way than he's used to. The parentified oldest son, the lost middle son, and now what? Artorias had taken him in, and Erik is... doing his best. He won't let anyone down, not this time. Part of that-- he's always been the older brother. Why not work with the pups, work with the ones who need a little extra training.

Putting the invitation out for the younglings, Erik waits.

"Speech"