Selene could hear the disbelief and upset in his voice as she stared back at him, but when he didn't say anything else about him she felt a bit warmer. The fierce protectiveness and what seemed like steely determination in his later statement made her worry a bit, he didn't need to get so involved in her problems with Phynex. Jasper had done enough already and he had a lot of responsibilities, but the simple way he told her he would here for her made her eyes soften slightly. He had always wanted in his own way to try and protect her, telling her it was just in return for her protecting him. "Thank you," she said simply, for this and everything else, too many to be listed but summed up in those two words. He could never know how grateful she was for bothering with her even after she had taken the path he detested, and done things that would have been harmful to her if he wasn't there. Best friends took care of each other.
She nodded as she pulled back from his embrace a bit, enough that she could place her hands on his arms. Smiling feebly, she tilted her head and softly spoke. "I don't want to talk right now..." She could just stay in that room with all the weapons in the cases, it made her feel strangely secure being around what had drawn demon blood. And in the case of something happening, she could never be too sure, she would have something to defend herself with. After a moment the smile faded again as she glanced to the side. He would never approve of it, but she needed to get something to drink... She would probably never be able to have a dreamless sleep or a silent space without the numbing buzz the drinks from his alcohol cabinet had. He would never approve, except when they were drinking together.
She nodded as she pulled back from his embrace a bit, enough that she could place her hands on his arms. Smiling feebly, she tilted her head and softly spoke. "I don't want to talk right now..." She could just stay in that room with all the weapons in the cases, it made her feel strangely secure being around what had drawn demon blood. And in the case of something happening, she could never be too sure, she would have something to defend herself with. After a moment the smile faded again as she glanced to the side. He would never approve of it, but she needed to get something to drink... She would probably never be able to have a dreamless sleep or a silent space without the numbing buzz the drinks from his alcohol cabinet had. He would never approve, except when they were drinking together.