So now Aslan had a secret. A completely harmless one really and one he wouldn't mind keeping at all. He knew of course that Varda did love Herne and Fate as well, this wasn't her choosing only Aslan as a brother. He'd view it more as a playful, inside-joke of sorts. Her own light demeanour and playful actions certainly helped reach that conclusion. He'd give a single nod of understanding and if wolves were able to do so or even knew what zips were he would have mimicked zipping his lips closed then.
He of course would have loved it if lessons could have continued, that they could still be learning new things. Though he hadn't chosen a particular path like Varda, Aslan still wished to learn and improve his skills. He simply understood the reason behind some of the lack of lessons whereas it seemed that Varda only knew the half of the situation. Had she really not noticed?
"She's not well, Varda." He admitted, tone serious again now. "She's not ill like father was last year, but something isn't right with her." He was honestly shocked, had the news been kept so well hidden that even her own daughter hadn't managed to work it out?
