Lost and Found - Chapter Four
He knew that Four was more unsettled than he had pretended to be after Wind’s story. And Sky knew that he was not exactly one to judge - after all, he knew as well as anyone that strange, fairy-tale sounding myths could easily turn out to be true, and in fact be very real portents of doom.
Still, even after the Chain had laughed the story off and returned to their normal chatter, the smith was far quieter than usual. His responses, when he gave them were short and to the point. His voice was strained.
Sky was not superhuman. While his brothers often quipped that his connection with the Master Sword helped him to sense his brothers’ emotions, this was not the case. The reason that Sky was so good at talking to his brothers, at understanding how they were feeling and helping them through their troubles was, he thought, because he listened. And no, not with the power of extra sensitive ears or through having better hearing than any of the others had, thank you very much.
He just… he liked talking to people. Listening to them. It was something that he was good at, something that he was used to, and he picked up on subtle nuances in what they said - or did not say - that showed how they were really feeling.
Although, he had to admit: Four being quiet and not even talking to himself wasn’t exactly a subtle indicator that something was wrong. His brothers just either were completely obtuse or, more likely, were trying to give him some privacy. Or perhaps hoping that someone else would know what to do about it.
Damn Heroes. Great at fighting: less good at feelings.