I Can Handle It.
"Uncle," Jena sat atop his shoulders while he leisurely sailed across the void of his own collective, taking one last consensus of the Arkadian Universe he was about to leave behind and all the new entities he was leaving in there.
"Yes, Jena," Sol answered her almost endearingly. "How long do you suppose this trip will last in actuality?"
"I don't really know," Sol admitted. "My hope is this journey remains below two months, since Umbra will have taken the core of the Khalla-Boris by then, but I am fully expecting to return within the next three weeks to a month maximum; I don't want to be away from them for too long."
"Too many variables?" Jena asked.
"That's right," He nodded, feeling her small hands grip his hair when he began speeding up. "Say, Alpha has little to no emotion and it takes an extreme and usually catastrophic event to get her flustered, but you seem to be fine expressing genuine emotions, why is that?"