"You both only would have gotten a half-portion, in that case." And that had been his main concern, really. They're all growing boys with the appetites to match, aren't they? What kind of provider would he be, leaving his people still hungry? Rook leans into the touch with a hum of contentment, one that turns thoughtful at the question posed.

What does he want to do, after he finishes school? He'll take up the mantle of a Hunt scion, of course--but family work won't take up all his time. And even if it took up most of it by some chance, if he wants any hope of a public life afterwards, he'll need some manner of cover story. Some people may be content with a quiet life in the shadows..... but he doesn't think he would be one of them. So..... what does that leave him with, then? Where does his passion, his life's true calling lie? What beauty will he find that will become unique his own?

"I don't know..... Maybe I'll travel for a little while? I think I might like to see the world while I figure it out. You're going back to the Coral Sea, non?"