Brennan Gaja mouthed silently. Oh, yes, he knew of them. They're a large part of the reason he gave creatures who deal in death such a wide berth. That and, he just figures a creature of life, such as himself, might not be a welcome guest.

Looks like Cian proved him wrong. Even if it's only Cian who's welcoming him.

Gaja nodded and dropped his voice to a whisper. Nothing nearly as quiet at Cian, but quiet enough.

"I understand," he assured. But ehn Gaja cocked his head to the side, the motion making his bird-like nature clear. "You're the heir, right?"