It wasn't entirely surprising that she wasn't angered, yet it was a relief nonetheless. Lugh softly sighed and curled a paw to tuck against his chest, a small grin curling his lips as he heeded her sweet-toned praise. 's nothin', really. The rabbits've all gotten fat for spring, he spoke idly, didn't give much of a chase. His eyes lifted from his mother to glance at the outside world.

Now, he could speak. They had just about all the time in the world to simply sit and converse—yet, now, no words would come. All of the thoughts, the emotions, the questions that had surfaced over the past months lodged in his throat simultaneously. Instead, all he could do was simply part his lips with merely the intention to speak. Will his mind to force the words out of his throat, to no avail.

Lugh sighed. He was still just a young boy, right? He could hardly even remember the night they'd arrived here. He could hardly even remember Da—

The thought gripped his heart, and he winced. Ma, he began softly, I don't know if I should even be askin' ye about all this right now, but... I need to know. Lugh's gaze tore itself away from beyond the den to face Epona. Where are we? It was asked in a whisper. I don't understand how we got here... an' I don't understand why Da's not here with us. He paused, his tongue coiling over his lips momentarily before he continued.

An' I don't mean what's the name of this continent or anythin'. I heard it's Mythris from someone—but... where is Mythris? What world... He sighed softly. Even if we wanted to, can we go home? His lips pursed. A part of him already knew the answer to that question.

Silence lingered before he finally concluded his short tirade of questions. ...if ye don't know, that's fine. But I wanna know that, too. He reached a paw over to rest atop Epona's.