Sun Mote Copse if heaven's grief brings hell's rain

It was true, she did need help. More help than she even realized or would ever want another to give. She pondered his blunt answer, staring soundlessly at the brute with a confusing concoction of emotion. He seemed to lack animation, and yet conveyed to so well. His feelings were pure and not faltered with, something she admired from the wolf. His smirk was what released a tension in her shoulders she hadn't known was there, and a sent a real smile in return. "Thank you, Nathanial." 

He opened a door she hadn't dared to herself, she needed aid from someone. That, or she was to die just like her brother. It was now her decision whether to carry out that need, or toss it aside and kill herself anyway. "Hopefully, this won't be our last." Her comment alluded to the still loud possability of her never seeing anyone again. Mara's eyes gleamed as she took in her last chance to regard his icy stones showcased amongst his fur.