Returning home to her is always the highlight of his day. As they have grown, they have spent slightly less time together during the day, but that is to be expected. It doesn't weigh on his heart, nor does it drag his thoughts down into the lowly gutters. He has a soul only for her, and time apart only makes his heart lighter when he finally does get to look upon her again.

Today is no different.

As she runs to greet him, it's as if the difficulty of the day slips away. Now she is here - cleverer, prettier, better, and it's as if his mind shuts off. He has no need to do anything other than be in her presence.

"Roh-" He intones, his voice gruff but the word is sweetly enough said. He allows himself to be led, completely docile, as if her miniature frame is anything compared to the mammoth that he has become. His long tusks caress the side of her curvaceous neck as she pulls him deeper into their home. She mentions the cold, but to him, coldness is a fact of life. His coat has ever been thick, but the Aurora Basin has made it shaggy, despite the fact that Tallsun was still a close memory. The boy would always be covered in a thick blanket of fur, or so he thought. Cold was cold. Cold was life.

The tusked giant wraps his tail around his twin's smaller and more beautiful frame. Despite the fact that he is quite warm, the places where her body touches his seem to sizzle and make everything else feel colder in comparison. Colder? No ... not colder...perhaps just ... just lacking. Lacking her.

One pale and one acorn coloured eye turn to her (careful to keep his ever growing tusks away from where they might strike her), to regard her thoughtfully. The look on his face clearly answers her question: of course he has never thought of leaving. But then again, he does leave the thinking up to her. Silent, as that is always his way, he ruminates on her words as she continues.

...where there are fewer crafters... at this, Ru'in breaks his silence and grunts. The sound is low in his throat, and it's a rumble that seems to spread throughout his whole body. "Deimos sahys aye cahnnot crahft here." He responds, the bitterness and disapproval clear in the rough words he speaks. "Tooh yhung." The colt barks a laugh, his lip raising slightly in a sneer. "Hahve ye ever even seehn one ohf tha crahfters here, Roh?" He poses rhetorically. "Narr." He answered for her, as a creation of bronze suddenly springs to life. It is a deer, with gears deep inside that make its legs dance back and forth on an invisible breeze. "Tooh yhung." he sneers, though his voice is mostly monotone, as he lets the bronzey thing crumble into a fine powder of bronze that drifts towards the cave floor.

Ru'in meets his twin's gaze, and finds himself wondering if there is a way to saturate his bronzey magic so that his creations will have the same hue as her eyes. The boy sighs, happily submitting himself to her stare. He says nothing more however, because on the subject of where they live, there is only one variable that means anything to him. It could be the Dragon's Throat for all her cares - and he would happily shave off the thick layers of fur he's accumulated to dwell in that hellish sauna for her. Alice, cold, crafting ... it's all secondary to her.