He didn't exactly realize it, but he was listening to the piano music from the next room. Gotham played with a rubber ball on the kitchen floor near his father. Kansas felt listless, guilt twisting his insides into tight, hopeless knots. He was left in a state of concentrated anxiety. He assumed that he had not seen Naniko around because she had been kicked out of the pack. Because of what had happened to Cambria. The girl was sick now, because of him. His innocent little daughter was sick and he didn't know how to make her better. He didn't want to be around her because he felt like his touch was caustic. He was glad that Mati had agreed to take care of her for the time being.
The music was slightly soothing. Kansas sighed, and when his exhale had faded away he heard Savina's beauiful summoning song from the front porch. Anu's undertones added to its beauty, even though their voices were combined in sorrow. The Sadira rose from the floor, not bothering to shake the gathered soot from his coat. "Gotham..." The boy didn't make a sound as Kansas left the kitchen, simply following at his father's heels. The cream coated male heard the piano player exit the mansion, and he was soon behind her, he and his son slipping out the door before it closed. Many of the other members were already there. Oh, wow, he was late. What a surprise.
Gotham grinned when he saw Amata and bounced toward her, nipping her ear as he settled beside her. And Kansas didn't know what to do. The grim expression on Savina's otherwise perfect face made him wary to go near her. He finally found a spot near the back of the group, sitting back on his haunches. He would wait for the news that was no news to him.