Kainan was sat off in the distance, resting under a tree while observing the Tribe as most mingled about. His mix matched gaze drifted towards Muse when he noticed the black feline padding close by, head tilting slightly as he watched the other place down buckets of paint in front of the wall. It was always nice to see what others would paint on the wall, especially new members of the Tribe. The hybrid lowered his head onto his paws, silently watching Muse set to work oon adding a new painting to the wall, and much to his surprise one that wasn't about Harpous, which was also a welcomed change.

As the painting went on Kainan could easily spot where the paws started to tremble and the lines started to become blurred and wobbly. Confusion and concern snaked through his body but not enough to cause him to speak up about it and voice any questions he had. No instead he would push himself up from where he laid and silently pad over to Muse, standing beside the feline once they had finished their artwork. "It's a lovely piece, you have a talent for painting," he hummed.

Before joining the tribe, Morag Tong had never been a particularly spiritual individual. It was quite ironic, considering his title within the group nowadays. Regardless, he hadn't been raised to believe in spirits, or gods watching overhead, judging the actions of "mortals." His birth home had been far more focused in jobs and getting them done, rather than obsessing over individuals that lived in the sky. His attitude had changed when he had joined the tribe, however. He had come to appreciate the idea of gods much more, although he remained somewhat skeptical, if he was being honest. He supported and respected both Harpous and Vistarious, but he also occasionally saw them more as constructs, rather than proper people. He tended to see them as representing the sun and the moon, rather than literally living within them, or being them. He mainly kept this to himself, however, not wanting to clash with anyone else's interpretation of things.

He had never really thought about what would happen if someone else arrived, who had a completely different idea of who represented the sun. Muse's presence seemed to represent something uniquely new, although Morag Tong wasn't completely aware of this, just yet. He didn't quite see everything between the lines, although Muse's painting certainly was... intriguing. Moving over to sit down nearby Kainan, Morag remained silent for a moment before raising one of his white paws. He pointed at the rust colored vague shapes that lingered within the stars of the painting, questioning, "Your work is very nice... although, if you don't mind me asking, what are those meant to represent?" He didn't notice the other's unease – not yet, anyways. Instead, his focus was solely on their painting, and what it could mean about their past.

Kainan followed Muse’s gaze, taking notice of the smile that feel from them when they peered up at the sun. “Is Solstice your version of Harpous?” He asked, turning his attention back towards the God. “Oh well I assume you wouldn’t know who Harpous is yet so let me rephrase, is Solstice your sun?” He asked once more, this time wording it to be easier for the feline to answer.

A soft, thoughtful hum sounded from the Spirit Watcher, his gaze flicking towards Vanya as he announced his departure, dipping his head in farewell. The hybrid shifted his attention back towards Muse, debating on his next set of words. “He sounds awful and I’m sorry he hurt you two but I can promise you Harpous won’t ever hurt you, his rays are soft and comforting,” he mused. “But it is understandable if you do not trust him right now or ever, it sounds as if you’ve been through a lot.”