a soft inhale of breath is taken, followed by a softer, slower exhale; wishing he had anything useful to offer her. the truth was, he doesn't. he has been here maybe a month or so — time wasn't something he was particularly keen on tracking — not when he has more pressing things to keep track of. to explore these strange lands he calls home, assist his sister in rebuilding their legacy.

not much, admits the siren prince; offering her a partially sheepish, partially apologetic ghostling of a grin. i am still learning about it myself. he admits with a soft flick of his ear into the wind; as if he listened hard enough it might whisper it's secrets into his ear.

if it does, he has forgotten how to hear it.

it has many secrets, these lands. that much he feels, was clear.