He did not seem that mad at Seri at all, and he felt guilty to admit he was relieved for it. It still seemed like Eros was in trouble and he did not want that, but he wanted even less to be in trouble himself. He remembered how awful he felt after his mother had snapped at him on the mountain for asking about his dad. His ears fell flat, a shyness uncharacteristically falling over him. Eros was hissing at his dad and Seri shook his head because it was okay. It was an honest question.
“I… don’t really know who my dad is.” He admitted. “I’m pretty sure his name is Aleister, and that he lives up in the mountains… but my mom got really mad when I asked, and I haven’t really seen her much since that… I’ve been avoiding her because she really got so mad.” For a little bit, Seri had been afraid that she was going to do something drastic like push him off of the mountaintop… but she hadn’t, and they had merely been keeping their distance from one another instead.