Ranuk made a soft rumbling sound deep in his throat, a noise of acknowledgment or agreement, he was so weary even he couldnt tell. But the night air was cool, the moon bright, and he could smell the sweetness of honeysuckle in the air amidst all the other strange smells that didnt belong. Tamlin's smile was kind, and there was no sourness of fear clinging to his clothes.<br/><br/>It wasnt his home any longer, but these small things were enough to settle the ragged edges of his heart. It was enough.<br/><br/>Ranuk let his tired eyes close and inhaled deeply, letting out a breathy sigh of contentment.<br/><br/>"Sing, please," he murmured. Either the same song or something different, which ever Tamlin chose.