He could feel the question burn away his tongue, but he swallowed it and let it be. He was just a face, a voice and a title, but nothing more. Cwmfen would stay her until it was time to leave again. She had her Dream and though he was unable to understand it, he would respect it. He wondered if she would stay long enough to return to leadership, but that was a premature decision that he could not count on the least. He was alone, and though he did not know what to do, he trusted that they would all survive somehow. Experience was not everything—Haku had shown this all too well. Haku had given Dahlia death and Conor was offering them life. The pack was in many ways blooming again, and to be honest, peace and tranquillity was all he wished for those who lived here. While he was certain most of the members had their doubts about him, there had been no open objections. Something had been done right, at least. He clung to that thought.
”Thank you,” the male replied as her soft melody offered assistance, should he need it. Oh, he would, but at the moment he thought it was more important for her to settle in again. The question burned in his throat again, but lilac orbs held their tranquillity with ease. He was uncertain of the next step, but time would always flow in that same pace. "It is good to see you,” he muttered as he allowed the hint of a smile tease the corners of his lips. He wondered if they would be able to take up martial arts where they had left off. Pendzez was a doable trainer, but different styles and techniques could be interesting to combine, and the sessions settled his nerves and offered inner peace that he seldom was able to forge on his own. ”Your home has not been touched” he decided to add in, assuming she would prefer to take up residence in her old home.