After the reunion with their wayward sibling Éponine still desired to speak with her brother. Things seemed to be so uncertain, and she longed to know where he stood in the midst of all this madness. Their mother’s decision. Their father’s decision. ‘ponine would give a sigh. She wanted so much for all of this to be over. She wanted so much to merely find her place in a pack, to rise in the ranks and live out her life. But try as she may, try as she might, things just kept getting in the way. Éponine would move to Riv’s side on the deck, speaking softly. “How are you feeling, brother?” ""

The place he had been born always held such strange memories for him. Rivaxorus didn't often look to the past with sadness, it was always to learn something. His two different bi colored orbs looking off into the distance. Was he really okay with all this? When really he still hurt - but it was the strength to pull himself forward that he kept within because he wanted to take care of something. In the midst of his thoughts, his smaller sister came to his side. While not close to Epinone, she was just as important as everyone else. She would ask how he was feeling, an odd question to his gray ears. "I'm doing fine Epinone... what about you?" he asked softly as he would lay onto his stomach. Making it easier to meet eye contact with her, something he felt was important. To let her know that he was listening rather then her words going straight through him. "Talk" "You" Think