Raven's Watch Tendencies

Harlyn felt her heart sink when he responded. She had hoped to lift him up, not bury him deeper. She had nearly lowered her gaze in embarassment when she caught the flicker of a smile upon his face. Her ears perked lightly and she found herself returning the expression. Warbone moved closer, and Harlyn - oblivious to his intention to hold back - moved forward to meet him. She reached to press the bridge of her nose gently against his jaw, a somewhat intimate gesture but a wholly friendly one. She was a married woman, after all. Wherever her mate was...

The thought slipped away as she stood back to look at the man again. "My advice is still  yours, so long as you don't go too far from it," Harlyn replied with a hopeful grin. She couldn't leave the Keep. Her loyalties to Stark aside, she could not bear to take Silas away from a place in which he had begun to flourish. His happiness mattered more to her than anyone else's, including her own.