[ He smiles, even if it can't be seen. Even if he doesn't respond to those words verbally, he is shifting to wrap his arms around Wren. A warm embrace says more, he thinks, than words ever could. Then the question comes...

Aeryn shakes his head, silently saying that he doesn't know. A soft sigh escapes. ]

When I was just a little younger than we are now... I was so convinced I would be able to find a way to stop it. I was determined to persuade the hunters to stop what they're doing. To take a different approach. I had this entire speech ready for whenever they managed to track us down next.

[ The laugh he lets out is a bit strained. Instead of continuing, he quietly asks about something that's been on his mind a lot. ]

What of... your kind, Wren?