The young man would chuckle softly at the comment of his name, glad that she was alright. “Féli works just fine. My brother and sister have called me that since I was little.” The boy liked the nickname Tac for her. The piebald girl was definitely a unique one, and he was secretly glad that he had run into her. Sometimes change was indeed hard, but meeting others was definitely a part of growth. It was something he made a mental note to bring up to Ara and Novel about the boys. He would listen, ears falling as she answered him. So something had happened to her family and she was here in Alacritia now.
Félicien felt horrible he had brought up such feelings of longing, knowing the pain of losing ones parents, though there was still the chance his own were alive. The young man would gently move forward, nosing her shoulder in comfort. “I’m sorry.” The young man would whisper softly. “I didn’t mean to bring up that bad memory. I can see it pains you.” He would pause, waiting to see if she would respond further. Perhaps he should leave her alone? No... Who on earth wanted to be alone? He set his paw over her own without even thinking. He just wanted to show her some compassion.