Silverlight Terrace i don't know how you do what you do

"A close friend," she responded quietly, the hope draining once again from her eyes. "Perhaps a lover, I guess I'll never know," the girl then muttered softly, releasing her weight from the other and sitting upright again. Her gaze lingered to the ground in front of her before she looked back up to the other. "I apologize, you don't need my problems- you do not know me," the pale princess shook her head. 

 "My name is Aria January," she told him, her tail thumping weakly against the ground. "I come from up north, the pack of Donnelaith." 

Perhaps he didn't care, and maybe he wouldn't return his own name or pack, but she found it was polite that she at least do it. She stared at the light-grey man before her, studying his features before staring another way. "What brings you out so late?" she then asked, forcing their brief interaction to continue.