Lugh narrowed his two-toned eyes with a small hum. I guess... I guess that makes sense. He conceded. Not that he entirely wanted to admit that something Illithya said actually made any sense at all. His paws remained carefully cupped around the small insect before he eventually pulled back, letting the small thing flutter back towards its glowing comrades.

The pup let out a soft sigh, keeping his eyes on the glowing bugs and their fleeting lights. The field was growing darker and darker. He should be worried about being astray during the night.

Yet... for once, he wasn't concerned for his safety—over the months that he resided in Mythris, he'd grown. Grown shockingly quickly; he was tall, taller than Ma. Not only did his limbs grow, but his withers grew broad with muscle. His eyes were sharp with fading childlike innocence, all instead replaced by maturity, a sense of understanding that he never knew existed. It was all so weird.

He snapped out of his own thoughts and turned to Illithya with his ears perked up. Uh... it's... gettin' dark, he commented, we should head home, right? It was obvious, yet he still questioned it—for deep down, the last thing he wanted was to go home. He wanted to stay out. See the world with his own eyes, now from this strange perspective of being so grown, so quickly.

And... a part of him knew that Da was out there. He could feel it. And if he wasn't going to come to him and Ma, Lugh would go and find him himself.