There is not much that I could say in regards to Halcyon. He was slowly on the mend but I wasn't even certain what had caused his downward spiral. It took much coaxing from me at first to even get him to stomach enough to survive, although keeping it down was a difficult thing in and of itself. I pitied him, in a way, for I was uncertain the trials of sickness despite having seen Lazarus frequently battle such things. I remember my mother always fretting excessively over him and growling as if her very presence, powerful as it was, could mend him. Father was the gentler of the two and I tried to be gentle with Halcyon, remembering things that were done for my brother and repeating them in vain. Viserys helped, of course, as Halcyon was his brother, but only time could truly mend him.

To tell the truth I had only recently gotten over the sudden fear that he would die on me. My double-painted eyes had been haunted as I stared at him, night after night, counting each rib and making sure he was breathing. Had I brought some infected food to the den? Such questions blasted through my mind often. I didn't know what I would do without him and to be the cause of his death, on top of my guilt for my fathers, well, that burden was a hard one to bear.

My call is swiftly met with an approaching figure. She is much the same as me I think except I am bulkier than her, a gift from my mother. In a race, it was no doubt that Solstice could easily outpace me. Some part of me turns childish now - for I had raced way ahead of her in the life of Halcyon and he was mine now. Yet I shove it back, thinking of Jinx's words about Solstice and also the way the female approaches with a bit of hesitancy and lots of fealty. It makes me uncomfortable if only because of such mean thoughts I had once had of her. Now that I had my own imprint (crazy that he was), I understood a bit more the bond.

"Hello Solstice," I say slowly, letting her know I knew who she was. My words were careful and measured, waiting to hear what she had to say. To be honest I am struck dumb at her words, eyes widening in surprise. She was happy to meet me? "Oh, ah.. thank you," I say awkwardly because I am still floored. I had simply assumed she might have been suspicious of me or jealous... but perhaps she was a lot less petty than I was at times. Her smile falls and I sigh softly, nodding, suddenly certain that Jinx was right and that Solstice didn't mean any harm to me. She seem genuinely upset and concerned and I understood that.

"You can go see him. I think that will hearten him a little. He is getting better but I wish it was faster," I confide. How strange times are, when I could doubt someone so much one day and then trust them implicitly the next. "He needs some fresh air but I've been told sleep is good for healing." My voice is laced with irritation and a growl, much like my mothers once was when frustrated.