(After)life: Trio
"And raze the town soon after." Fen didn't miss a beat as Lear joined him on the sofa. Any one of them could have done the place in on their own, but there was a wicked spark in his eyes at the imagination of tearing the town asunder as a trio. The Wolf, The Serpent, and Hel herself, indeed it almost made him smile as his arm slid around Lear's own shoulder and a firm tug was given to pull his brother against his side. Even the bottle was released without protest, a sign as clear as any that Fen's favoritism toward his siblings was truly without bounds.
"Next time, ask." His second reply was flat, but genuine. If Lear had asked for the heat of his form, he'd have granted it without hesitation. The fact that it hadn't even occurred to him, much as it should have drew another pensive line across his brow. He remembered in his youth, even when his rage and anger had come unchained, the notion of neglecting his siblings would have been an impossible and offensive idea. They had never left him alone in the dark before being separated by choice and circumstance alike, and perhaps it was that which tightened the coil of his arm over Lear by the time his Sister had come sweeping into the room.
The bottle was passed about like the sentiment, that each required the other for something and it would be taken and offered without a word needed on the matter. For all that had changed, respectively as individuals and as the collective of kin they formed, some things remained constant; such as the way he collected the bottle as it returned and gave an appreciative grunt at the linger scent on her fingers.
"Everyone." Fen replied to the question first, opting for the closest he came to levity as he conveyed a statement that was not entirely a joke. "But I am fine, now." He dismissed the notion he required anything with a reflex, his own pride slipping into the dialogue where it had no place before he attempted to catch it with a firm snap of his lips around the bottle and a long drink before the remainder was handed off absently to Lear.
"Your venture was satisfying?" He turned the question back around to his sister, his arm tightening over Lear as an affectionate admission that she had been correct in her assessment.