What sort of things was he interested in? The question had actually caught Félicien off-guard. He would lower his gaze some, almost guilty. He felt so useless in the pack... like he didn't know enough to really be of a help. "Well... I... I guess I'm more into hunting. I want to fight so I can protect my family too... but... I guess I just feel so useless at all of it." The young man would confess. "My brother is already a phenomenal healer. He's still learning too but... I think he's gonna be better than our mother someday. I'm no good at that sort of thing though."
The boy would lift his gaze back to Ara, glad when the subject would shift momentarily back to Novella. "It's still rather recent that she had them. I'm also sure she won't hold it against either of you. Everyone has their own lives to live to begin with, and you guys have faced such hardships. If anything I'm sure she'd feel as I do;; guilty that you guys spent any time at all as prisoners." Félicien would frown deeply. What if that was why his parents hadn't returned? What if they, and Cerise, were being held captive somewhere?
He would give a small nod on her intake of the death of Novel's grandparents as well. It was sad but... "I'm sure that they'll be alright. If there is anything I've learned it's that Destruction's are strong." The young man would motion to her herbs. "Looks like you're a healer yourself. It's probably the profession I personally value the highest, though I might be a little biased." He would smile gently, wanting to lift the mood a little once more.
