Ulysse just doesn't like sharing his problems with all the world. He doesn't even like doing so with his brothers when he can help it, really, but Arie and Midnight don't often let him avoid them. He already knows he's likely to have his hands full once Arie's back, but he doesn't want to have a headache already over it.

"If it gets to a point I can't handle it, I'll ask," Ulysse answers in his roundabout way which allows him to neither lie nor tell the truth. Then he smiles a bit and glances up at the roof with all its patches from the warning shots he's had to take. "At least with how the weather's turning, those holes are more a welcome added ventilation..."