It was such a huge relief to hear that he was still wanted, that he would always be wanted. Elysium would forever be his home, his pack. Valeska had secured that future here for him, and he would do his best to repay that kindness. Thank you, Valeska. Your kindness is most gracious. You are truly a very dear friend. He managed to muster a small smile, hanging on to the light that she had given him so freely with all his might. He nodded gently at the talk of Aelia being away, not to saddened by the news to be quite frank.

But he would attempt to ease the worry of the silver mother. I would not fret. She is a strong one, just like her parents. I'm sure she will come back safe and sound. And things will be okay in due time, just need to give her space and let her figure things out on her own. My own mother did that to me when I was young and wild. Though I was a different kind of wild. A part of his life that he was partially shamed of, but would never truly admit it out loud.

Talk of puppies brought his mind to a different place, happy to be of help to the little ones if he could and help to their family. I haven't seen some pups in a while. Sounds like a good time for sure. I would be happy to accompany you there. Cyrus could feel the sadness slowly ebbing away, being replaced by something he hadn't felt in a long time: hope.

I may go north and visit an old friend as well, if that is alright. I have found a friend in Arvid, the king of Northfall. Perhaps they are fairing better up there without all this plague nonsense. A hope that he was barely hanging on to when it came to the runes, plague and dream visions.