The large mare sorts through her own thoughts out loud and Kestral listens quietly, understanding that, no matter her choice, they will all find their way. Kestral takes a step back to look the grieving mare in the eye. He holds her gaze softly in his own. "Kyuubi, you are under no obligation to make your choice now. When the time is right, you will know what must be done, to stay or to move on." When the fresh pain of loss begins to fade, the mare may have an easier time figuring out whether she really needs the change, or if she is only trying to run from her own sadness. If she is only looking to escape the reality of Kurama's death, that reality will remain, no matter where wandering feet might carry her.

"Talk yourself through this decision if you must, but I cannot make your choice for you." Kestral looks fondly at his daughter, lingering nearby. "I have sired many children. Most have not had the chance to know me like Matatabi has." White-rimmed eyes, brimming with love, drift back to Kyuubi. "Thank you for sharing her with me." He means every word of gratitude. "But if fate says we must now part, then this is how it will be. Whatever comes to pass, I trust in you to raise Matatabi well, and I know, our next goodbye won't be our last."

Kestral reaches for the mare's cheek again. He speaks low, his breath tickling her face like feathers. "Our fates are tangled, yours and mine. We will always find each other again, Kyuubi."