He could see it on her face, but couldn't pull it from her mind and was ashamed that he'd attempted it. She was so dead set on keeping this from him that her thoughts were veiled. Only that bond that connected them since the ritual left her open to him, and even in that she wasn't giving.

Lowering his head, he stared at his hands for a moment, watching as May squirmed away and moved over to where he was crouched, her tiny hands laying over his before setting to work, playing with his rings. Silence was as great an equalizer as any, an affirmation that needed no words.

"I'm done being mad...finished that a while ago." he replied quietly, looking up again as he deftly gathered May into his arms with the instinctive prowess of a father in his element. "I just...I wanna know why. Why would you hide this from me?"