skill: counselor 1/2

He could feel the electric current of her energy; the adrenaline was palpable in the air even.

Vidarr might have been smart to stay out of the range of her sharp teeth, but his golden eyes only watched her, aware of the chances of the storm brewing inside her suddenly exploding outward. Maybe that was what Tiberii had been enduring, in the months since the world had turned upside down. It was a lot, and even with the three young leaders sharing the responsibilities of leadership, that didn't mean that it didn't grate on them. If anyone knew how heavy the burden of leadership was, Vidarr Asulf did, after all. He had suddenly ended up a King when he had never ever thought his Father could actually fall. How predictable it would be, how instinctive and natural it was, that Tiberii might have felt those feelings. It was also true that Vidarr had felt the torture of existing without the ones you loved.

He might not let on, but Vidarr was a bit of a gossip, and he'd been curious about the red flame boy. So perhaps he had asked around Dawnbreak, curious about what (to him) was the first of the children's love affairs he'd gotten to see during the precarious dancing stages. By the time he'd made it home and back, Dalmatia and N​ó​ttin were already living together it seemed. He was not blind either, to the orbit of Aurelia and Sólúlfur - though he wished they would just talk. The glacial pace would likely bring about his old-age death before they figured things out. How much fun would it be to watch Euphemia get her first crush and find someone special for herself - though the dream of seeing all of them, every one of the girls, just happy....sometimes it felt too far away.

Right now, up close, Vidarr blinked back surprise after following up, echoing herself with 'Are ya alright?' as if he was the one who was having an emotional moment. Tiberii hadn't even caught her breath after wheezing out that she had to absolutely eviscerate the wolverine. She still asked after him and Vidarr let out a little soft sound, somewhere between sorrow and concern. You look...tense. He settled upon, before he cleared his throat and continued. We had a saying, 'The wise man must know the measure of his own strength.' He gave her a moment to ponder it, not wanting to lecture.

Instead he took his time, clearing the bits of wolverine debris from Tiberii's nape. The motion was familial, a thing he would do for his siblings, his own child, his shield-brothers too. He did not fear her turning those fangs to his neck, so close to her it would be easy. Grief was brutal. Anger only cheered the feeling on. There had to be a way that those feelings spilled over, bubbling right up from the veins that pulsed with them and carried the feeling through her body. It spilled into a rain of red, and Vidarr dutifully worked to clear the pieces he could reach without moving from where he was. Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, side to side.

As Vidarr swore he would be for each of the remaining Shakti-Vaes children.

They would never be without someone to brace them so long as he had air in his lungs. He would do everything in his power to not leave them questioning where he was too ever again. It speaks to knowing when to rest, when you have pressed your limits without taking care of yourself in the process. That was...probably a far more wordy a way to explain it, but he was also working off a translation of old tongues. I am fine, though a bit disappointed I wasn't much help. Vidarr hummed out. Are you alright? It was the natural response, after all, and it was a genuine question. Be honest. It was rumbled warmly, said with a sincere smile that did not wipe the concern from his eyes. Maybe Reid really was making him even more paternal, but that was what uncles were for, right? Fun stories, occasional words of wisdom offered, all he needed now was to learn how to make a decent cup of tea.