The Sentinels house of the rising sun

When the woman met her gaze the witch offered a soft smile, looking at her openly then. They could have been twins almost, her ashen complexion nearly the same as as Aria's though the Alpha was more perfectly toned than she was. Her color was even and Rowan's was not so glorious. She offered a soft sigh, words failing her for a moment. "I was just starting to feel like I belonged, like I was whole and he is gone." She said softly. "And though everyone has been welcoming, I just...do not know my place." She admitted. 

Other matters, other things, could wait. For now she was wanting to just talk to the woman, to connect with her. "My grief pales in comparison to the loss you have all felt; I feel selfish for worrying over myself." Rowan could be honest, and as she tended to be, straightforward with her Alpha.