[Somewhere buried beneath the layers of shock and horror and distant grief, Fenris feels his heart twist just once in something like pleasure. I didn't want to actually run off, and it nearly surprises him how glad he is to hear it— but he is a lonely thing, even if he won't admit it. And it's been a long time since he's had someone he likes nearby.]

I'm glad.

[It's a quiet comment, not meant to be noticed so much as acknowledge that statement. The majority of his attention is focused on that answer. Gradual, and he wonders . . . but it must be akin to burning alive, he thinks, and hopes he never finds out.

Still, he can read into that indifferent tone and knows well enough not to push it.]

It was not the worst of plans, albeit, as you said, not particularly subtle. But if it comes to that, we can find a more elegant way for you to avoid the sun's rays, I think. There is a forest not far from here.

[Water conquered, and sunlight left to be seen . . . Fenris cocks his head just slightly.]

Are there any others I ought to know?