There came a point in time after bonding to Rohinder that Sal had started to admit to himself that he was going to eventually have to talk to someone about this thing going on with his head, the one where he could hear daywhers. It had become progressively more active since the hatching, though it wasn't all consuming, just sharply more noticeable, more difficult to ignore at times, especially when he was close enough to a daywher that wasn't his own and they weren't even aware of his presence at first.
It was upon waking up with a bleeding nose one morning that he was made to promise by the blood that he would go and speak to someone, and eventually all thoughts of who led to Inakil. He knew the rosehandler was a... well, he wasn't sure if the man was a leader, perse, but when Sal thought of "leadership" within the pack, his thoughts would bring him to the veteran handler. So it only made sense to seek him out and speak with him, right?
With Rohinder at his side, they went in search of the rosehandler, Sal trying his best not to reach out for Dolcekil's mind to find him; he could do this without doing so, even if he'd long ago accepted that he couldn't control how things went. If it happened, it would happen, but he sometimes had to remind himself how it really worked. Or... well, he didn't know how it worked, he only went based on his own assumptions thus far.
He grimaced as rubbed the back of his neck, but Rohinder let out a soft trill when he found the man, and though he looked relaxed, and Sal felt terrible for it, he decided to speak once the pair had stilled nearby. "Excuse me, sir,"
It felt strange to say that, since he didn't think they were much different in age, but he respected Inakil far too much to say anything otherwise to him. "But I was wondering if you might have a moment or two to spare for me?"