It was as if there were suddenly two equal parts of his heart and soul. One ached with the longing and loss of his sister, knowing that it would be some time before he might see the mirrored face of her. Yet as his two-toned gaze settled on the petite form of his imprint the ulterior side of him swelled with such joy he could almost forget the other pain for a time. The way she stalked over to him, so on edge about his present condition brought a smile to his face. It was different to have someone not related care for him in such a way, though with his feelings toward her it probably shouldn’t come as such as surprise. His slender, dark tail waved slightly behind him in good nature with the good graces to at least look a touch sheepish at his current state. “I’ll be fine,” he managed with what was meant to be a dismissive roll of his shoulders, except the movement on his sore muscles caused him to wince and lose his composure for a moment.

He laughed breathily as he recovered, trying to flash her convincing smile. He stilled at her presence so near to him. They had grown close quickly over the last seasons, Hollowpoint more than happy to spend whatever time with Haven that she would allow him. He can only imagine what he would do were their situations switched. While she was reserved and calm he would have been in frenzy, searching for whoever had done this to his souls mate. He pushed the thought from his head; it wouldn’t do to dwell on things that hadn’t even happened yet. Her question brings him back again, meeting the ice blue of her gaze with a shake of his head. “If it’s necessary I’ll search out the healer later, but for now just being near you has made me feel better.” He looked away briefly, a touch bashful wondering if he had been a touch too forward himself.

The fierceness in her next question brought him back as it ever would, a touch of shame tinging his features at the memory. Wondering if there is anything he could have done to prevent it. “My sister, Astrid, I think I mentioned she has a rather prickly disposition. She didn’t take the news of my decision to stay here when she had chosen Taviora for our home too well. That among other things...” He trailed off, not willing to tell Haven that a large part of their disagreement had revolved around herself; he would not burden her with that. He lowered his slender head, his nose close to her own where it hovered near his injured leg, “Hey, don’t worry, I’ve been on the receiving end of her temper more than once before.” He made to sound strong, that none of it mattered as long as he was with her again, but the other half of his heart still ached even more than his muscles did.