The Sentinels godspeed on the devil's thunder

Lasher's words were indeed reassuring, and while still oddly attracted to the male, Aria felt herself fall back into the father-figure opinion that she had originally planted on him. It was an odd thing now, considering their previous actions, but she accepted it once again nonetheless, finding the innocence in it even further reassuring. Her past was not necessarily a hard one, but it was an empty one, and the dark alpha filled a section of it that she pined so deeply for. He filled multiple at once, perhaps. That of a lover and a father, and although she'd placed him back to his original stance, part of him will always linger. This, she knew.

"Lasher?" she began, glancing up at him as they began side by side. She only wished to offer one more thought. Whether or not it would hurt or heal, she was unsure, but she felt the need to speak it.

"Thank you," her murmur finished, and she gazed forward once again. He did not harm her, he only helped her. She understood a bit more about herself, and about him. She would use this now in her own life. She appreciated his affectionate touches, and how they made her feel. She wanted him to know this, regardless of how she had treated them in the end.