It was easy to be quiet with Novella, just as it had been easy to find peace and quiet with his mother. Kynareth had encouraged it, he didn't always need to talk to convey his feelings. He and the older woman only really talked during his lessons, which had been frequent he supposed. Here now though, with the serene atmosphere and Novella's gent;e presence he could almost feel Kynareth by his side.
Easily would the girl fin a simple answer to his question, simple lyrics explaining her thought process for him. "I couldn't sleep." It was an easy enough explanation. He didn't often have a set sleeping schedule, the night was one of his most favorite times of the day. "I went for a little walk around the pack lands but hit the borders and just sort of kept on going. And here I am now." She almost sounded like he did but a few days ago. After he'd buried his mother... he'd just kept walking. He wasn't even sure that he could even find her grave again. "I suppose I should thank your feet then, for bringing you to me." His words were soft, and very much appreciative as fire and ice gaze found her own blue and gold.
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