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Kaiya blinked and nodded once, watching him leave the room. She tilted her head in curious confusion, wondering why he would worry that she would stray.. Oh. Unless it was a werewolf at the door. Was he.. protecting her? She considered that, realizing that was exactly what he was doing by allowing her to stay here. And if any of the other werewolves found out, she'd probably be dead. Would he get in trouble too..?
She remained as silent as she was able, listening to the conversation taking place in the other room. It was obvious that the newcomer, Jerall, was very fond of Cathal. They called each other brothers. Were they really, or was it just a term of friends? They seemed close. She wondered what it was like to have friends like that - people who simply accepted that you wanted something different than what they wanted for you. This Jerall person seemed to just go along with Cathal staying here even though he did not think it was wise or safe.
She continued to listen, lost in thought. Cathal's wound was still bothering her. That made her feel a bit guilty. She had cleaned it as best as she was able, but with no true knowledge of how werewolf biology differed from a human's, it may not have been very effective.
But he was alive. So it was effective enough.
She shifted slightly to keep one of her legs from falling asleep, her boot twisting a mere inch. That was all it took to knock her bag over. It tipped onto the floor, making a heavy poofing noise. She froze, staring at it. Thankfully it wasn't full of pots and pans, but it was still a noise. She bit her lower lip, glancing toward the doorway that Cathal had disappeared through. Hopefully it went unnoticed.
She remained as silent as she was able, listening to the conversation taking place in the other room. It was obvious that the newcomer, Jerall, was very fond of Cathal. They called each other brothers. Were they really, or was it just a term of friends? They seemed close. She wondered what it was like to have friends like that - people who simply accepted that you wanted something different than what they wanted for you. This Jerall person seemed to just go along with Cathal staying here even though he did not think it was wise or safe.
She continued to listen, lost in thought. Cathal's wound was still bothering her. That made her feel a bit guilty. She had cleaned it as best as she was able, but with no true knowledge of how werewolf biology differed from a human's, it may not have been very effective.
But he was alive. So it was effective enough.
She shifted slightly to keep one of her legs from falling asleep, her boot twisting a mere inch. That was all it took to knock her bag over. It tipped onto the floor, making a heavy poofing noise. She froze, staring at it. Thankfully it wasn't full of pots and pans, but it was still a noise. She bit her lower lip, glancing toward the doorway that Cathal had disappeared through. Hopefully it went unnoticed.