More talk. Something Romulus didn't want to indulge in currently. After experiencing the funeral, his father's death, and the downfall of their empire, the undeniable grief that traversed through the lion's thoughts had reached it's peak. Nevertheless, he had a duty. His mother was the leader and he had to show face for her. With attentive periwinkles hues zoned in on Ninazu, often switching between her and his siblings, the lion listened carefully to their pressing news. Promotions (one to his sibling, thankfully), allies, and the like echoed in his ears.

While he would usually enjoy the spiel, as soon as she concluded, the male raised to his paws and wandered off. He had better things to do.