Amaris watched his brother with a carefully drawn-out gaze. While it was perhaps suspicion that met his skin with a tantalizing shiver, concern, and warmth flooded his citrine stare as he blinked along his brother’s silver-dusted features. He knew little of the happenings of his older brother, perhaps a mistake of his own as Amaris had similarly never made an effort, but that had not meant that things could not change.

His tail shifted into an easy-going way behind him, his mouth swallowing the unease that continued to ripple beneath his skin. Dimitri said he was fine and so Amaris would believe him.

An ear shifted at his words, and Amaris found himself shrugging, I uh, he started before clearing his throat: why did things feel…weird? was not. Aelia always said he needed to hunt more, his body far more slender than it should’ve been. And although his body was aimed toward the forest’s edge, a beckoning toward whatever meals might have existed within the tree’s forested embrace, Amaris still held little desire to actually…do the work.

His stomach be damned.

No, no, he quickly interjected toward his brother’s words, I’m not busy. He paused momentarily while his sunlight gaze tracked along the outskirts of Elysium’s territory, his mind trying to figure out what he could offer…

If his brother didn’t need something, did he just want to talk?

Care to walk with me? He offered quickly through a sweeping gaze toward the violet stare of his brother, Maybe you can tell me what you’ve been up to? I don’t think we’ve talked very much.

Amaris extended the olive branch, and though he feared his brother would not take it, he tried nonetheless.