His ears turned first to her approach, tracking the familiar rhythm "Hey, kid." his gaze lifted when her voice reached him, Hello, he greeted back simply, a subtle shift in his posture at his recognition of her.

I still don't understand why it does that, he admitted after a moment, eyes tracking the movement with quiet concentration. The grasses at home usually fought the wind, these just... he searched for the right word. ...give way. he wasn't sure if it was genuine or something used to make conversation, silence settled between them comfortably after that and he was content to sit in it, his tail flicking thoughtfully.

I found a plant yesterday that smelled similar to one from home, he offered, his gaze tracing up her dark face, ears dropping slightly. Close, he had learned, was not always comforting...sometimes it simply reminded him that what he missed was still somewhere else.

He paused again, shorter this time Do you miss home too? he asked with a slight tilt of his head, eyes remaining fixed on her patient and attentive as he waited for the truth.

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