Nephthys had noticed her middle child withdrawing from the other two, and frankly she's had enough. The pharoah wanted her trio to be a unit, inseparable from each other like how she and Vasili were at their age, building each other up into the fierce and unstoppable dragons their bloodline promised.

So it seems she had to do this...feelings...thing. Actually talk them out.

This was far from her strong suit.

So when she felt the boy leave the nest, she watched him go for a moment before getting up herself, carefully moving to not wake the other two before slipping out of the den. On quiet paws, the pale pharoah stalked after her son, staying out of sight and watching Khyan for a moment.

Oh, her baby boy, has he finally noticed he's a little different than the others?

Neph came out of the shadows at last, coming up behind Khyan and licking the top of his head. What's wrong yan-yan her voice was quiet, soothing...almost. she tried at least, as she sat down behind him. You've been in your own head lately my hatchling