A battle we can't win. [Eira]

Art was patient, and almost glad Eira was crying. Well, obviously it wasn't nice to see someone cry, but he could she'd been holding it in for a while, and the relief on her face after the tears fell was enough for Art to believe she needed to shed a tear or two. He smiled softly, before looking to the ground. "It's hard having parents that actively face danger. I know why they do it, because they're the protectors of Angels and Demons and all, but... it's hard being their kid through that." He explained, sighing heavily. "Da will be alright, he is a Demon after all." Art winked, "It's my Pa who's the issue. He was furious when Da was hurt... and he's got a record of being reckless." Art took a deep breath, before a smile returned. He did have possibly the most stressful parents out there, but Art also had faith in them for being the most stubborn and eager to live parents too. His eyes widened, following Eira's finger to the tent when she mentioned Sky. Art scoffed in disbelief, "Her stunt? Oh sister..." He muttered, shaking his head. He'd go say hello soon, and hopefully find his sister not too heavily injured, and hopefully she wouldn't call him out on his injuries either. What a family they were. Art grinned to his new friend, "Of course!" He said, as if the answer was very obvious. "I'll be busy with what I want to be busy with. And what I want to do, is help the lovely lady who saved my life reunite with her family."

Art chuckled, thinking back to his parents with a shake of his head, though smiling at the thought of them. Gods he didn't spend enough time with those dumb dads of his, especially in scares like this, it was important to try and get as much time as possible. Art didn't let the smile falter, even knowing the conditions of his parents right now, instead he sighed, looking up. "They are fighters, once fighting against each other, then for each other, then for peace and acceptance... In my opinion they were gifted with ruler-ship for being so stubborn." He admitted. Some days he wished his dads weren't such able fighters, throwing themselves into battles or wars to protect everyone they loved and ruled. Days went by when the Prince almost longed for a normal life where he and his family weren't obligated to be the spearhead towards peace and equality. But, those days were rare, Art was born to take his Da's place at some point, he'd never stray from that path. Art frowned on the information about Sky. "Some guy..." Art muttered, honestly unsure who this was. He did recall Sky's efforts in capturing- or rather, re-capturing- escaped convicts, perhaps it was one of them. He'd have to ask, if his sister needed help, Art was sure enough to offer it. Of course, his help had just be given elsewhere. On that thought, Art happily accepted the hug, trying to keep balanced on his one leg, chuckling softly. "Hey, it's no problem. Anything to thank you for saving me... Though, I'm afraid I won't be great help with this leg. I can fly still, plus I've got a few friends who might be willing to help."