When you’re ready.
He didn’t know if he’d ever be ready to talk about what had happened. What he saw. But he appreciated her words nonetheless. He just didn’t know if he planned on following through with them. Not just with her, but with everyone. Aside from Adeltra—maybe. Cyril had spoken to her first, after all. Even before his mother. Despite their relatively fresh friendship, Cyril felt as though he’d known the charcoal Archer his entire life. They had clicked as soon as they had entered each other’s lives. They had been near inseparable during her time in the north, making it even more difficult that there was now distance between them. At least they were close enough to visit—much closer than they would have been if Cyril still lived in the lowlands.
Again, he nodded before stepping away from the older agouti. It was time he sought out the solitude she’d interrupted. Unless, of course, Cheedo had something else to say. Then the boy was all ears.