The Sentinels Bring your love baby I could bring my shame

The wraith did not reject her and she settled with a soft sigh, her frame not quite as tall as his. Her grey eyes drifted over the man and she gave him a small smile in return. "Disheveled was my thought." she supplied, reaching out to start to tend to his coat. "What troubles you?" it was not a question if there was an issue for the male, but more exactly what that was. She would not see him wilt and wane in this way and not attempt to do something about it. 

The ashen woman was not ignorant of the desires of the world, of loss, of love, she could only imagine though what might have driven the male to such a state. For that, she did worry. She had done what he asked, tried to keep herself busy and support the pack, but now - the dark alpha was her sole focus.