It was always hard to admit it to herself: at the end of the day, he only seemed so elated because his very soul told him he had to. For the longest while, she had tried to reason with herself: she told herself that they could relate, that they had all suffered loss and joy and that there was something more to it then just fate's luck. Or at least, that had been how she had come to feel about it. Despite all her confidence, she had never been secure with... relationships, not really at least. Rogue had been the first real friend that had stuck around - even Letum had left eventually - and part of her worried that Sleekwing, too, wished he could leave. Still, she tried to remain optimistic as they met, her body pivoting so as to face the same way as him. It was a fluid movement, the epitome of their unspoken connection.

"I suppose I've got time, though I hardly feel like sprinting. Feeling a little unfit, are we?"

Her brow arched again, the slightest of chuckles building in her throat as she moved along side him. It felt good to be there, and she felt good just knowing that she could get to know him more. After all, they shared more than just a bond now - he had given Rogue and she a family, and he and her. It was complicated, sure, but it was right. How pleasurable, though, that he did not immediately dive into what they both surely knew to be a conversation that would soon arise: they'd been asking after him, after all. Rogue and she made no effort to hide the truths of life from them, and so they were aware of their unusual situation. She'd need to bring it up sooner or later but for now she was happy to just amble along and speak of the little nothings in the world. For starters - Isola? She eyed him as he mentioned her, shocked that he had not been the first to speak proudly of his own sister's victory and perhaps even more shocked at his ability to put violence so... poetically.

"Are we so shocked though? That girl is more Heyel than anybody wants to admit, you know? As for Purge... well, you only have to say the words."

She'd do it, or so she thought. She was sure Rogue would be there too if she ever had to take that female down a peg or two. Really, it had nothing to do with her and yet it did all the same: Sleekwing's family was, in some way, her own... just as Isola's had been. She'd tried to run away from those truths for so long and yet, each time a call cried out for Diveen, she found herself on the borders, scouting along them in hunt of any further threats. He'd surely pick up on the seriousness of her voice and the intensity of her gaze, her lips taut before she wiped her face free of it.

"What's more important is that your sister's come back. Feel good to finally be home? You should have called to celebrate."