Ankyra Sound goddamn, man, everybody got bugattis

She almost stopped him, as for some reason, the sudden urge to send some word me struck her.  She opened her mouth, but then abruptly shut it.  What would it get her?  'I'm sorry' would mean nothing to the witch.  Rosalyn wasn't sorry for how things had gone back then, only for the circumstances both were under now.  It seemed they'd both lost everything to a monster, and it was only this empathy that brought the words to her tongue.

"There was a pack here, once.  They wanted to know what happened to some."  She watched Tegan and Bat go thoughtfully.  "I told them none are left." She'd seen no trace of anyone living here at least.

"You're feeling better?" It was more statement than question, and she nosed her back appreciatively.  It was good to see; even though she still worried, at least it was clear her lover was recovering.  For a while she'd felt real fear, and it wasn't an emotion she felt often or enjoyed.