NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food.

[cavalrychoir]

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Cav blinked his eyes a few times at the correction and smile, biting his bottom lip to prevent himself from saying or doing anything stupid. Even if she had asked him to do such a thing, he doubted he would listen. It wasn't out of spite or anything- he wasn't sure if Dalilah could do anything to make him dislike her. On the other hand, Cav was able to conjure many reasons as to why she should hate, or at least be weary of him. However, he didn't want her to be. Her presence alone was calming enough for the tom to not act like his usual self: cold, militant, reserved. Though past experiences kept him on guard and tense, not allowing himself to make any mistakes as he interacted with the pink feline. As much as he wanted to object, he instead nodded his head. They wouldn't hear the end of the conversation if they continued to go back and forth on how she should be addressed.

As she continued, Cav felt as though a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders when she said he could always find a home. It soon came crashing back down when he realized how wrong she was. Home is where he'd feel safe, possibly treasured as a whole instead of for his strength. He would be welcomed back with smiles or playful insults should he return from a trip and find comfort around others than being alone. He'd have to open himself up and trust them before he could even begin to consider anywhere home. His tribe didn't provide any of this and he went about his day believing it was normal. Love and affection was close to nonexistent so when faced with it, Cav isn't sure what to do. He'd mentally shut down or quickly remove himself from the conversation. Not everyone was lucky enough to find a home and the tom was part of the unlucky many. Her kind words were nice to hear and for a moment, it sparked hope within him. The spark was swiftly put out. "No... Not everyone finds a home." He muttered, dropping his gaze to large paws. "Life eventually screws everyone over." Came a faint, frustrated growl. No one lived a life without misfortune; struggle is how people connect. Similar to having a common enemy, individuals bonded over their trials and tribulations. They sought each other out subconsciously and work to better each other, finding strength in numbers. At least, so he's told. Cav didn't stick around long enough to bond with anyone nor did he had an interest in letting himself in another's life and causing them harm in the end. "It's never a matter of 'if'. Only 'when'." He added with a flick of his ear.

Though his eyes remained trained on the ground, pointed ears perked up at her giggle as he mentally groaned. He could just feel his heartstrings getting yanked by her. He wasn't sure how to respond to her being clumsy, but he did take note the playful remark of her not promising anything due to it. He, too, supposed he was clumsy as well. He was quite agile when moving moderately or none at all. But due to his large structure and mass, his agility decreases dramatically the more he increased his speed. Sharp turns while running will most likely result in him losing his balance or falling over. As the smell of herbs drifted past his nose, he lifted his eyes to look back at the creature before him. He then watched in silence as she chewed up the herb and when she finished, spread the paste on her paw. Judging by the look on her face, it didn't taste very good. "You are familiar with medicine?" He asked without meaning to. It was merely an observation, though it was carelessly voiced. He mentally shouted at himself, but made no move to take back his words. It took some convincing, but he eventually persuaded himself out of thinking he said something wrong.

He continued to watch intently as she tended to her wound. Before he realized it, she had spoke again, this time an indirect invitation with a smirk. Cav felt his heart speed up as his entire being told him time was up and he needed to leave. If things continued like this, he didn't dare think of the many outcomes of the situation. He needed to calm down and formulate a complete, rational - that was the key word - thought before responding. It was a tempting offer, to stay and keep her out of harms way. But that would mean joining Tanglewood and he wasn't sure if he was ready to be apart of another group. Brows furrowing in compassion, he spoke carefully. "I can imagine it was. But I'm going to have to decline your offer. I... I'm not sure if I'm ready to integrate back into living with others. But I'll definetly keep it in mind." Maybe one day he'll come back with the intentions to join. Should that day come, he hoped the beautiful pink feline would be waiting for him there.

He listened as she spoke about this Mr. Cipher. A high rank here? Cav didn't work well with authorities, again, having bad experiences from his tribe. Nice or not, he still held a rank of power which only made him weary. High ranks sent people off to battle while they stayed at home and away from the battlefield. They died for the sake of keeping one or a few individuals safe. Cav knew of this all to well as he also held a high position in his tribe. He was the one who sent them to their deaths. He wasn't sure if Tanglewood was the same, but he felt sick just thinking about it. The way Delilah was speaking about him could have fooled the lynx into thinking he was indeed a nice person. What... What was their relation? Were they- no. That was none of his concern. And so what if they were? It's not like Cav liked her. He did think she was beautiful and sweet but he didn't know who she really is. Being exposed to two-faced individuals weren't uncommon for the tri-coloured tom. In fact, he was glad she was able to find someone that made her so happy. "That's good. I'm glad he's treating you well." He meowed, forcing an ever so faint smile to tug at a corner of his lip.