When the sun finally began to rise, shooting fire across the horizon, Celandine had already been up for hours. The woman spent her night tossing, and turning, analyzing every little thing Craw said the day before. Unfortunately, sleep's blissful waves pulled her under only once or twice, never lasting more than a few minutes. Thus, by the time she could expect Whitestone's king to wake, the fae was positively exhausted. She wondered if he'd be able to tell, but then again, why did she care? He was probably dragging her off to kill her, having already served whatever purpose he needed, or maybe he really was trying to gain her trust by breaking her down. She'd already decided that she wouldn't let him, so whatever he was trying to accomplish was moot at that point.

A little out of sorts due to the minor sleep deprivation, the woman made her way to the den which she knew would hold the enormous male. Stifling a yawn, Celandine answered his chuff with one of her own. Gods she was picking up habits from him left and right. Making a note to end the practice sooner rather than later, the woman greeted him with honey on her tongue. "Good morning." She kept it short and sweet, still uncertain as to where they stood.

She was thoroughly satisfied with the nose-bump he offered, and even more so with his familiar teasing. It meant that whatever comfortable agreement they'd had only two sunrises ago wasn't shattered entirely by yesterday's events. Celandine wondered why it mattered to her at all, but decided that it was much easier to be agreeable with one's neighbor than not. "Oh, that reminds me. I've been meaning to ask whether you've ever slept at all." She bit back with her own good-natured response, well aware that it wasn't as good as it usually would have been, but she blamed her lack of wit on the tiredness clouding her head. She made a note to really lay into him later in an effort to make up for the poor show. 

Craw seemed eager to get a move on, and she couldn't deny her need to just get whatever this was over with, so the woman fell into step beside him. "I'm fine. You can talk." Though in truth she would have preferred a silent journey. Celandine wasn't entirely sure if she could handle however many days they might be away from the monadnock if they were filled with endless small-talk. Gods she hated meaningless conversation. 

 Somehow the woman had known that this day would come, that eventually she'd have to offer more of herself than she wanted. Thus, Celandine gave him the need-to-knows, and only the need-to-knows. "We had two illegitimate litters the last year in my father's kingdom. One born to the stand-in alpha female who was not a queen by an stretch of the imagination. Another to my father's mistress. She was as old as my sister, and held no great love for Phineas." The syllables were hard on her tongue. "Aponi was her name. A conniving little thing, though my father was ignorant of it. Maeve's mother 'fell' from the heights during a rank challenge between the two. There were whispers after. Whispers that her fall hadn't been so accidental." It was even stranger recounting the tale now, still wondering what it was that made Maeve so special herself. "I believe Aponi wanted the throne, and she used her little usurper of a child to try and hold a claim to it. I figured Maeve would be the next to fall." And the rest, was history. 

His next questions were answered easily. She told him a little of her father, but kept it short and sweet, saying only that he reigned over his kingdom with grace and dignity. She told him a little bit of Silent Moon, and how it was never quite the same after the cubs were born. She ended with her uncle, offering up all she really knew. That he was there, and then gone. That he was a coward, and that Phineas always seemed to have a strained relationship with the man. She told him of the meeting, when her father stepped down, and Erebos hadn't the ability to lead. It all left a sour taste in her mouth, but she obliged him, because she was a pawn now.

Celandine appreciated the fact that Craw did not pry. Her secrets were her's to keep - for now, at least. Even better, his questions stopped early on somewhere in the first day. She was content in the silence they shared, speaking only when it was necessary. Again, she hated meaningless small-talk. The quiet however, provided her with more time in her head than she needed. The young fae had already came up with a million conspiracies, a thousand ways her traveling companion planned on killing her, and a hundred escape routes. So prepared as she was, her stomach was still a nervous tangled mess. 

The second day was easier, her mind wandering more towards the possibilities of finding Maeve. The last piece of her father's broken empire, and all that remained that was truly Silent Moon Plateau. In fact, the girl was probably more the pack than Cela was herself, having derived from Magnolia Glen. Gods it had been years since she'd thought about it. So lost in her thoughts was she, that the melding of scents nearly hit her like a stone to the face. She set to work, collecting the information through her nasal cavities, and processing it as quickly as possible. Her uncle's scent was faint, but there it was. The one she'd been looking for. Perfect.

With a nod, the woman tilted her muzzle to the sky, her voice harmonizing once more with his. 'I'm here.'