Once his thoughts began to brush against and mingle with Ashtoreth's, he bristled equally as a wave of sharp concern came against it. It was hard not to notice the faint, repressed memories of previous abuse and trauma. Aure only acknowledged it slightly - that, and the wave of guilt about being so far from home for so long. The wyvern extended a warm mental flux towards her, softening even as he continued to move along to Tunnel N. You're always welcome back home. That says something, I think. The assurance was accompanied by a soft hum, focus diverting to maintaining the shared conscious for just a moment. Laying down a few rails, as it were.

Of course, he cooed softly, you... don't have to commit to it. I don't want you to feel - feel obligated to be in Canis all the time. I'm clearly not. Aure laughed softly at this, slipping his own bit of guilt beneath the rug for a bit. That was the key to the box he didn't particularly find himself interested in opening. Not now, anyways.

The wyvern tucked his wings, pausing and turning - we could fly, if that'd be faster... ? Crimson eyes glanced down at the noodle, a slight nod accompanying a smile. Yeah, I bet - Giggle's around and helps me with being the Bone King - she's... my mother, my life-giver, actually. Bones spends a lot of his time painting. There were a few Aza'zel children running about, but he wasn't sure how many were new since Ashtoreth might've left home; Liora came to a few meetings but - uh, she's been elsewhere in the caves, I think. Tahlia - she might be your sister, too? - came out of her shell and lives in Fornax now. Each name mentioned was accompanied by visions of their faces and brief flashes of interactions with them. Eythan's at home, doing - whatever it is that he does. And - uh, there's me.
Obviously.

Into the air Ashtoreth went - and with a burst of magicka, too. The current shifted to her will, a rather warm updraft encouraging Aure to spread his wings and let fly. He couldn't resist it, and found himself taking off after her. There was barely any need for a running start with the jetstream. It carried him easily, bringing only a bare need to flap his wings and adjust.

A surge of warmth accompanied the noodle's assurance, most definitely from the wyvern's end. It was one thing to get a nudge from a friend, but from long-lost family? There was a stirring in his heart. Shucks, he returned, at a loss of what else to say other than to be childish and play it up, well, of course! Then, with a resounding chirp, Aure put on a burst of speed. I'm the only one that can do this -! Which was yet to be proven.

Climbing and climbing into the air the hybrid glanced down. The floor seemed miles away. Closing his eyes and pulling a solid few G's, he dove. About twenty feet off of the ground, he pulled his wings back out and whipped back upwards with pure momentum. Completing an almost full vertical loop, Aure went back to gliding along, panting heavily. Yeah, he commended himself over the link, I'm a professional stunt artist, too. There was a clear undertone to that thought, which said loudly, (I've never done that before and I don't know how I pulled that off.)

The trip home would be eventful.