#silkthreadedneedle

It's hard to not feel stressed to see their sweet sister cry, even if it wasn't out of sadness. They understood it though, the more they came to the realization of everything. They were free to call her their sister, free to treat her as such, free to love her...

And they wanted to do just that.

The Vessel chirps softly in response and gives Hprnet a nuzzle, then moves their hand to so gently, albeit a bit shakily, wipe away her tears. It was okay to be siblings now. It was okay to feel this now.

Waterways, dark, wet, and disgusting as always. Isma’s grove was the only nice thing in that terrible place. A knight, one of five besides Isma, was stationed in the waterways as a form of punishment by the king. The king was long gone. It took Ogrim some time after the dreams he shared with that mysterious knight to finally understand that he was no longer bound to this place.

   The Child perks up when they notice Hornet coming, and quickly rub their eyes on their wings before squeaking at her. They tilt their head off to the side, watching her curiously and wondering why she was here. Not that they were at all unhappy to see her.

After the infection had been dealt with, most of Hallownest was silent. Most bugs were staying in their homes, the kingdom collectively licking it’s wounds after the disaster that was the plague.

But one bug, one rather large bug was traversing the kingdom, with one destination in mind: The City Of Tears. It had been their favorite part of the kingdom. They’d like to live there, if they could.

They don't appear very satisfied with this answer. In fact, even if just slightly, their eyes shift to look skeptical. It was sweet, that their sister wanted to make things safe for them. Not that they feel like it was needed (or deserved).

So Hollow cants their head to the side, leans just a little closer to Hornet as their signing becomes less hesitant, more firm.

Hollow tenses at the pat, before relaxing slowly and a hum comes from within them. Were they well? They were irritated, hurting, and restless, but they could say it was much better than normal. So they simply nod.

The offer to explore gets them to perk up, and a chirp comes from them. They pause a moment, considering themself, and raise their hand to sign carefully after some hesitance.

A calm quiet is stretched through the tent as always nowadays, with an inviting warmth that came from the crackling flames of the hanging lanterns. Perhaps it was unsettling as well, with the red haze and dim light. As empty as it may have seemed, it was far from the case.

At first, it was as though the call wasn't heard. The hesitence isn't like him, but that would only be known to those close with him. But, soon enough, Grimm appears in a flourish of red smoke and fire before Hornet, and his eyes flash at seeing her. He bows to her, and the bright gaze is kept steady as he does.

There was a slightly amused look to it.