Finally, he had arrived. Funny to think this had been his goal to begin with, before something indescribable had pulled him blithely past it and right into @Loach's life. He missed him already, but this was one obligation he could not shake, not when it had come chasing so determinedly after him. Clouse faced the willows and their naked, serpentine boughs with a hard gaze before leaning back his skull to call up into the sky.
He was here, to be a part of whatever this was for so long as his sister needed him. Briefly, he hoped that meant, for the young Archer had very different plans for his spring.