He remains entirely watchful of the witch woman even as he permits her entrance into the Ark. So many of those other patrons seeming to relax in turn with Tobias' acceptance of her and yet the boy remained oblivious, to an extent, of just how aware of those subtleties of mood and emotion Sorcha herself had picked up upon. It is only that mention of Frost that so seems to see the boy react, that word alone seeing him bristle readily as he rounds upon the woman, declaring such a name is simply not allowed. Tobias having banned its mention throughout the Ark if only for the sheer distress it seemed to cause. That declaration however, evidently provided Sorcha with just that information she required as to what had gone on in the time she had been away, that alone explaining what Tobias could not in regards to those emotions he could not understand and yet pressed upon him through that bond of pack and too those animalistic instincts that connected him, in some fashion, to every other animal there. He was frustrated, agitated and irritable more often than not- Tobias simply incapable of understanding the complexities of Tetradore's death and its effect on those around him. The boy given to his grief in an entirely different fashion then those around him and yet he was given to pick up on each of them in turn until he was left little more than confused and struggling, still, to watch over that his companion had left behind. Those quiet words Sorcha speaks in response to Raven sees his head turn once more, tilting slightly to the side in consideration, lips parting to mutter to himself as if in response to words he alone is given to hear before glancing upward.

"We....get......Frost when.....Tetra back from...being dead."

He nods with assurance once more, the boy so refusing to accept that which he had been told over and over by those around him. Tetradore was not coming back. He was dead and gone and yet still the shaggy haired boy refused to believe it, those dark eye very near daring the witch to argue with him as he lead the way deeper into the ark, up those stairs and to those private tables his favoured companion had taught him were used for the matters of business. The gangly boy moved to seat himself then, gesturing for both women to do the same, mimicking those behaviours he had seen his companion perform a thousand times over even if he hardly understood them. So many of his mannerisms merely a combination of those things he had seen others perform with little to no appreciation for the gesture itself. His mind often incapable of understanding words, let alone facial expressions. His actions no more than a series of copied responses in most instances. The boy demanding then, to know the nature of the witches visit, her apology for his 'loss' met with a ready scowl.

"Tetra is....not lost....he is.....up."

What on earth this means remains to be seen, Tobias seeming frustrated with his own jumbled words in that moment before dismissing them entirely, gaze returned briefly to Raven, if only to make sure she was still guarding that cookie before his attention returned to Sorcha in full. Her words were...difficult. His mind struggling to process them and just what she wanted. The gentle ease of her tone was soothing all the same and it is that alone perhaps, that sees his patience remain as he struggles again for those words.

"Riddles...can sell.....like before and....pay....rent.....like before.....yes."

He paused, searching her features then, assuring himself this is what she wanted before nodding once more.

"Where did....Riddles....go?"

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push