So, what did Rogue have in mind? It seemed, to him at least, that she had not come without some kind of purpose. That simply wasn't her style, either. He had the impression much of what she did had a very deliberate reason - her visit to Iromar, for example, had surely not just been for her brother's sake. Perhaps he was wrong but... perhaps not. It didn't matter because now that he was face to face with her, he had begun to contemplate more things that his Hand might have been pondering too. For starters, he had begun to re-think over their alliances, particularly with the claiming of the prairie pack. He had sent Vesper to instigate first contact but at the end of the day, he would very much like to hear Rogue's opinion on such a place. When it came to opinions, few did as honest a job as she did. It was admirable, and it had gotten her to where she was. Tesseract knew his own style - flattery and debt - and she complemented it well. Perhaps they had more to think about then they initially thought, no?

At her question, he nodded and motioned beside himself, shuffling his weight just enough to give her more personal space if she so desired it. He waited until he was settled to speak, giving himself those additional moments to really answer such a question. Feeling well? It was a good question and he erred for a moment, nibbling at one of the mice before he flashed a wry grin.

"Well in some, not so well in others. I suppose I am not bleeding anymore and Jumanji's scent has alluded the borders. Did you know it was Caligula that first brought him here? One cannot help but wonder if him disappearing is just another part of her going too."

He shrugged off the comment, meeting Rogue's eyes quickly before taking a final bite into the mouse, swallowing down its small body with a relaxed sigh. He had meant what he had said and yet, saying it hardly felt as painful as thinking it. It was as if saying the words put a finality to them, adding weight into their meaning - it took the weigh from him and allowed it to sink into the air instead. She had been gone for so long - not even her scent truly remained anymore. Jumanji, too, and Maradona who had looked so much like her mother. Slowly, all the parts of her were disappearing. Stretching out his paws, he relaxed into the rock, turning towards her with an inquisitive gaze.

"And you, Rogue? I, of course, heard the news of your brother. My condolences go out to him."

It was the least he could say, really. Perhaps he should have gone to visit and say it opnely but... well, Andras was not innately the kindest of beasts. He imagined his nature had only grown wilder since the incident - still, at least Tesseract could extend a paw of aid. Perhaps he would be able to help Andras uncover the truth of it all, or at least point him towards someone who could do with a good beating. For now, though, he'd much rather give his sympathies to his sister. Rogue was, after all, the trusted advisory and thus, her health came far, far before her brother's. At least, to Tesseract it did.