( Amidst that pleased chuffing, there is a distinct huff - like an animal huffing when otherwise contently asleep on Your cozy bed, mildly inconvenienced. )

Not even a medium departure?

( He says in a sort of fiiiiiine tone, his eyes opening half-lidded. )

... But... okay. If it has to be something small, we can go somewhere fun to celebrate. And I'll make sure it's just as fun as a full festival.

( He has no particular idea of if this means he visits Siffrin's home or they visit Hwylryn's (new) home or this will be a celebration somewhere else entirely, but it doesn't matter all that much to him. He'd like to see where the wind guides them when the time comes.

Until then, he rolls his head, pressing a big cheek into Siffrin's little palm, his eyes squeezing shut in the process. Rubrub!! )

It's a promise.