The male’s gaze would not leave her crimson one, her paw placed over his own. Her posture was relaxed, calm, a smile on her face. Her news was not horrible to say the least, yet it was still troubling news. Naoise... The boy felt neglected by his father. Guilt would rise in his heart and Kar would lower his ears, gaze upon the ground. “H-he is...?” The male would ask softly. He had thought he had been doing so well as a parent, paying attention to what his children wanted. What they desired... And yet...
“I never realized. I’ve offered for him to come along with Mystic and myself from time to time. Even the three of them together. He always seemed content to do his own thing. I didn’t think it was because he was jealous... Oh great Siri... What have I done?” Kar closed his eyes.
“My beloved Nalyda... Do you think he may... Hold hatred in his heart? Do you think he feels I might love him less than his sisters?” His voice came out in a whine. He did not want to think of that possibility.