THERE'S A TIME FOR LIFE AND DEATH ☆ return

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HUSHSOUND ROUX — TYPHOON / WOLF

Hushsound couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of stress that Goldie must've been under, given her past and all that had been lost. He knew a thing or two about memory loss – had gone through a cycle of forgetting and remembering more times than he could count – but he didn't have the life Goldie had. His sister had always been a member of The Typhoon, always considering it to be her home through thick and thin, no matter what. She had an entire army of people behind her who knew her name, and knew what she was like, and what she stood for. Hush had been a hero in the past, but he was always... distant. Removed just a few extra steps from everyone else, so that it wouldn't hurt them as much when everything went and repeated over once again. Goldenluxury Roux didn't have that benefit – everyone knew her name, and so many considered her to be family.

There would be so many expectations piled upon her shoulders, even as she wasn't able to remember most, if not all of them. The wolf didn't intend to add to that, for her sake. They may have been family, but he was willing to wipe the slate clean if it gave the former captain someone to lean on.

He was surprised, as she sat back and balanced on her haunches, lifting her paws in the way that he had seen her do so many times before. Sign language had been his preferred way of communicating with her for quite some time, but he hadn't expected her to remember the majority of it. It was because of this that Hush couldn't help the small grin that came to his face, his tail wagging from side to side behind him. The sword on his hip gave a faint clink as he sat back as well, lifting his paws to sign slowly, "Hello, Goldie. My name is Hushsound, and I am your brother. It is a pleasure to meet you once again." He tilted his head to one side after that, hoping his calm smile could communicate his lack of pressure on her. He then gestured one of his paws at his own head, signing afterwards, "Your head. How is it feeling?" He made sure to sign out each word and letter very deli erately, for Goldie's sake. Even if she remembered her sign language, there was no telling how much of it she actually remembered, or how easily she would pick up on it again. He'd hardly mind teaching her some more to fill in any gaps that may now have existed, though. It would give him an excuse to spend time with her and get to know this new Goldie – not that he really felt he needed an excuse. She was stuck with him as her brother.

— welcome to the land of the permanent sun