It was one of those things that one was conscious about, but didn't want to admit it. Khaden was fully aware of his hand in Ember's, the way that Ember continually seemed to slide in his space, and internally he couldn't help but feel completely at ease. But it was like if he thought about it too in depth, or acknowledged it, it may go away in an instant. Like some sort of great dream that just vanished at the best part - but as Khaden continued to walk through the lands of Esper Hollow, his new home, the best part of his life it seemed, the scene didn't seem to dissipate.
Ember's words, her talk of a den made Khaden snap a bit back to reality. They truly did need somewhere to sleep, and Khaden was used to digging out little trenches that he could sleep by himself, but with his mate, he wouldn't mind something a bit more stable. Tents seemed so temporary to Khaden, and he frowned a bit as he continued to see the quick shelters. The Aatte boy wanted something permanent, and he nodded at the new buildings, wondering briefly if he could attempt to make a bargain with this Laurent person - he would love to learn how to make those things.
Turning to Laurel, he furrowed his brow and asked a little bit more about the pack than just the newly-wed couple. "How many others are there that frequent through here? Is there anything rather than the sickness we should know about our... uh... neighbors?"
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