Gyre doesn't look quite as bewildered, his expression darkening as he turns the words over in his mind. He wants to ascribe the worst possible reading to it, but he also remembers the way Fen had sounded when they said it. They had wanted his attention so badly. He sighs roughly, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

"I don't know. They didn't know either. They don't remember very much, so I don't think they could tell me much about it," he says, chewing his lip for a beat. "Maybe the other animals might know more. Did he stop talking to all of them around the same time?"