She feels positively relieved to no longer be alone, to have someone caring for her beyond simply offering idle condolences. He even helps bring her out of her den, to venture out and take better care of her person - to encourage thoughts of wellbeing and her future… and she discovers that single mindset adjusts her just enough. She was not dead, her mother would not have wanted her to fall so far over her death. Morrigan would have encouraged her to overcome, she thinks. Perhaps it is why Flidais is so easily fitted into her new career aspirations.

She sobs into the water, one last time, and then sighs with a finality and a shudder that speaks to her trying to shake off the cobwebs of mourning. It is then that she truly can see him past her nose, her paws are large-- large enough that it speaks to a time that she will be as big as Arthfael easily-- but he has so much more presence than she would ever have. He has an ancient feel to him, as if he has seen all there was to see and now only vacations to show others what he has found. So serious, and that endears her.

She told him she won’t leave, and it has taken this long to realize there is a smile hidden in the soft twitch of his tail-tip that warms her to him. He compliments her choice to boot, telling her how well she would do and how little talent he had at such a thing. It makes her stand a little straighter, him adjusting the conversation to further helping her any way he could despite his lack of emotional awareness.

His offer is mostly intriguing and there is a sheepish brightness to her eyes as she seems to grow shy, "I haven’t been able to catch one, but I always wanted to try goat… I think they are hard to get in this season, though." She does not add that she would love to watch him at his proper work - a job that he excelled at and not have to grasp glimmers of him through trees now and then. She had a feeling, also, that Arthfael was like his father in the same manner as to require something to do when stressed.