Under the light of a 1000 colors

Unfortunately for her, Dante happened to notice her movement in his periphery, and assumed she hadn't heard.  After all, he could have no notion as to why she would be avoiding him, so the thought didn't even cross his mind.  "Hey, La-" He'd been about to call her over with Charon's dubbance, but the words died on his tongue, along with any thought of what he'd wanted to talk to her about.

He'd noticed the change, one that had occurred far too quickly to be anything but what it seemed.

Jogging, he moved to cut her off before she could depart, ears back.  And, more abruptly than maybe he meant to, the first question that came to mind was expelled.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The second, more obvious question was 'who', but he held off on that.  For now.