Sol is…frankly, a little startled when Nox approaches him with such a severe expression.
His moods are still fluctuating greatly; though no longer pregnant, Sol is a nesting mother, so undoubtedly he would get a bit agitated from time to time.
"What…do you want to talk about?" Sol says hesitantly.
Nox's face twists into a complicated expression, which only serves to make Sol fret even more. "Let's…go somewhere private first."
"…" Wordlessly, Sol nods.
Nox takes hold of Sol's wrist and leads him. At first he thinks about bringing Sol to their bedroom but Nox decides that fresh air would be more beneficial.
The sky is bright, azure in color with scant clouds sewn about. Song birds chirp alongside the rustling sound of branches and leaves.
