His father will move, that is something he is sure of for he is trying so desperately to do what is right in the world. How can anybody reject it? It is an innocent act and yet, he knows it to be true. Why else would she and he create they if not for some kind of love, some kind of connection? It is only logical. It works though and soon enough, they are closer with Yoska proud between the two, though his brows are low in a seriousness seldom seen on a child so young. He feels the tension in the air like a smog and he is no fan, that is for certain. His mother's tears are but the rain that falls, and they send a cold shiver down his spine that makes him glare all the harder between the two of them, unsure as to what is truly happening here. He and Tuari had never fought like this, with rapid lip movements and emotions erupting like lightning.

His whine is low and quiet as he ambles towards his sister, his head tilted and eyes wide with uncertainty as he comes to stand beside her, pressing into her so slightly so that he might feel the beat of her heart flutter beneath her skin. The most he can do now is wait, watching his parents in an effort to catch the meanings of their mouths while feeling for his sister's subtle signs: he can feel her heart flutter, slowing slightly as her anxiety seems to reside. The air, too, lightens in weight and yet, he cannot help but watch on with anticipation, a nervousness fluttering away in his stomach like wings. Was this... good? Was this how things were supposed to be? Tears. Tears were not good and yet they brought closeness with them.

"Oh...kay?"

The word is awkward, a strained motion of the tongue and mouth learned from months of observation but he asks it. He stares up at his parents, glancing to his sister with a frown that speaks of desire for reassurance.