Bone leaned into her brother, for a moment, as his wing raised to embrace her. And when he retreated, she raised one of hers--she didn't need to lean on it, after all--to drape it over him, in turn. A glance at him, and then her attention was back on Pride, though her wing lingered on Svartis.

"And if we need to find you? Where will you be?" she asked.

She was too ignorant of how planning, interaction, and danger all worked to really know if she was missing anything--or even to wonder that, in the first place.

Bone barely nodded a farewell to Pride, her expression distant. "Pensive" was not her normal mode, especially with family, and when Svartis jostled her she blinked and looked to him as if she'd briefly forgotten where she was.

"-Yeah," she agreed, a bit distractedly, and then blinked again, her expression returning to 'now.' "Svartis, if what he's showing me is true-... That bastard thing that attacked you, it had no excuse. But-..."

She trailed off. Shook her head.

"Maybe we can fight that thing. What he showed me. It was magic, I think, not a fighter. Maybe we can fight it. But I'm not sure how." She looked distant. She didn't know how the thing had controlled the dragon, in the vision. She was unaware of the blackmail involved. Of the depth of emotion, though she'd certainly sensed some of it in the pained nature of Raheerah's initial bellowing.

It bothered her, though, and she didn't quite yet know what to think.

The white dragon exhaled, a little harshly. "Can we--get something to eat? Before we talk to Dad. I need to rest my mind from this."

Bone turned, sighing a little, nodding and offering a brief, half-sad smile to her brother. All of this--the pressure and the worry--was something she'd never had to deal with, either.

It was a day of unfortunate firsts.

He took wing smoothly, and she in turn lumbered after him, leaping and laboriously going airborne. White wings thumped at the air, and she followed Svartis to the hunt, hoping... hoping that this would all end up okay.