The athletic Kimaris was left in anxiety during the evenings. Weeks had gone by without news from Miqui; had her offer only served to anger the elder man more? That hadn't been the purpose. When she had told her brother about the space within the home she shared with their nephew, it had been a quiet way to say "I want you there". Much the same way as the darker boy was, his younger sister did not appreciate the use of frivolous words in order to cement a relationship. Miqui was a protector, a simple fact that she could appreciate and repay without touching down on the phrase 'Te amo'. In truth, she didn't need him. She was capable of tending to her own safety. It was courtesy that caused her to give him some moments of strength.

It didn't mean she didn't need him. Fiery eyes scoured the walls of their small home, a sense of sadness welling up behind the irises. Where was Miqui? Everything seemed to be wrong. He hadn't chosen her over whatever group he'd holed himself up with. Oh, she knew Imacai was there, but Imacai had always been more independent. What about his sister?

Hours passed, golden fur pacing back and forth across the earthen floor, before it finally came into fruition. The distant call that reached her ears was familiar, a deep voice borne to a warrior. She didn't pause to tell her ward what was happening. Out the entrance she shot, breaking into a sprint as she ascended the passageway that lead to the surface. She hadn't alienated him in her casual mention of the new family. A flutter in her heart reminded her that reality was upon her. Unwilling to take a break, she made her way to the western borders of the land.

There he stood. Apparently the journey hadn't been kind on him; his already dark fur was clearly mottled with mud, and his ponytail had fallen out. Long locks of brown spilled over broad shoulders and obscured eyes of a similar color to her own. It seemed strange.

"Yo había empezado a pensar que estás enojado conmigo, Miqui."

The silence was unpleasant as she waited for response, and what came from his mouth was not what she had expected. All he could say, after their argument and her worries, was concern for his hair. At first, she gazed at him in disbelief. The stunned expression remained until laughter broke free from her golden maw. "¡Oh, pobrecito." More steps were taken to close the distance between the two, one of her woven bracelets slipping from a thin wrist with ease. It wasn't hard to fix Miqui's hair, as she'd done it before, but she didn't want to waste more time than she needed. Tucking the strands away in the circle and tying it closed, she tugged him gently into her new home.

"Viven en cuevas aquí; es realmente magnífico. Creo que le va a gustar." Her explanation did not do the cave system justice, but the sight alone would, she was sure of that. Without complaint, her brother followed; his steps could be heard heavier than her own on the rocky entrance to the homes. Briefly, she turned to see his expression. It was only vague bewilderment.

Taking him to the small family den in silence, Tlantli relinquished hold of his hand as they entered, cleaning quickly before glancing at the man. "Se puede dormir en mi cama por ahora, si quieres." It wasn't strange to the younger female; they had two rooms, and she would rather have Miqui's warmth at her side than in some distance place. He grunted and passed her, presumably to search the rest of the den. Tlantli watched quietly; soon, she would have to take him to Naniko, as she didn't believe she could hide a growing man in her home for too long.