"Yes. And the cubs are very enthusiastic about it this morning, which is reassuring and slightly alarming at the same time."
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'She told me she was scared instead of saying she was fine.'ฅᨐฅ
"The gold one?" Nyx asked, from her other side.
"Specifically yes."
Nyx's mind: ฅᨐฅ'The gold one. Enthusiastic about a waterfall clearance at whatever developmental stage it currently occupies. These are going to be VERY interesting years.'ฅᨐฅ
"Don't encourage it," Nyx said.
"I'm not encouraging it. It decided this on its own."
"It gets that from somewhere."
"It gets it from Roshan."
Roshan turned his head. "Excuse me—"
"You charged into Northern Ravine with twenty warriors against an unknown number of Collective soldiers," Faelyn said. "That is enthusiasm. That is exactly where the gold one gets it from."
Nyx's mind: ฅᨐฅ'She's not wrong.'ฅᨐฅ
Roshan opened his mouth.
Closed it.
