He only inclined his head in the slightest of nods when she offered the spare room, still partly ready to set himself up with a room in a local inn as he would have anyway, but - since she had proposed it... A night or two in the youngsters' house couldn't hurt; if he was here for longer, he'd be sure to give them some space.
If he was here for longer. He'd thought it would feel like floating, being here - he was here without an end-date, without an expedition, without anything fixed - but perhaps Eavan was a better anchor than all those. He'd see what he could find here. First of all: a meal, evidently. He sat obediently in her old seat and took a bite - a little gingerly - only to find that his stomach was roaring to life, and if he didn't pace himself he'd wolf down the lot before she even sat down with him. "No need," he murmured though his next mouthful.
He chuckled outwardly at her diricawl talk, would have rather she talked longer, but she asked again and he sighed. "It was terrific. There's no place like it, honest." Even Australia, even... all the places they had been, and none quite compared. It had been colossal. "Teeming with life, any kind of creature you can imagine - found all sorts, out there." (Best not to mention the Lethifold, though, maybe, or the dark creature lurking in his own head, the monster grown out of grief that had almost eked out an existence of its very own all that time.) "Saw -" at this point, a small beaked head poked its way out of Conall's inside pocket, the Amazon-native pgymy owl finally hopping out onto the table in the warmth to ruffle his feathers. Conall rolled his eyes. Daft creature. "When I say all sorts - this is Nut. Won't learn to send a bloody thing."
If he was here for longer. He'd thought it would feel like floating, being here - he was here without an end-date, without an expedition, without anything fixed - but perhaps Eavan was a better anchor than all those. He'd see what he could find here. First of all: a meal, evidently. He sat obediently in her old seat and took a bite - a little gingerly - only to find that his stomach was roaring to life, and if he didn't pace himself he'd wolf down the lot before she even sat down with him. "No need," he murmured though his next mouthful.
He chuckled outwardly at her diricawl talk, would have rather she talked longer, but she asked again and he sighed. "It was terrific. There's no place like it, honest." Even Australia, even... all the places they had been, and none quite compared. It had been colossal. "Teeming with life, any kind of creature you can imagine - found all sorts, out there." (Best not to mention the Lethifold, though, maybe, or the dark creature lurking in his own head, the monster grown out of grief that had almost eked out an existence of its very own all that time.) "Saw -" at this point, a small beaked head poked its way out of Conall's inside pocket, the Amazon-native pgymy owl finally hopping out onto the table in the warmth to ruffle his feathers. Conall rolled his eyes. Daft creature. "When I say all sorts - this is Nut. Won't learn to send a bloody thing."
