Altar of Twilight we control nassau

her gaze narrows, her ice-white irises filling again with the black of her pupil. she's thinking, though she's not sure where to pin this interaction on the safety scale-- and isn't sure if she's going to figure it out right away. "aria," she responses simply, repeating the name thrax over and over in her mind. maybe it was a useless habit to her now, but when she was in donnelaith her sharp memory and name-face-recognition helped her in more ways than one as an alpha. she would remember thrax.

her eyes dared to dart away, to the sides and around him. "you don't look lost," she pointed out, though she didn't feel that he knew where he was, "are you headed somewhere?"