Moonspear And into the fire we go

Liffey watched his face and so she was quick to recognize that he recognized her tone. Gannet hid nothing, and apparently neither did she. At least, not from him. They had grown up together. He was as close to her as Lagan had been, and when she'd left the Caldera, she'd been just as upset to walk away from him as she had her own siblings - moreso in fact than her other cousins. And I'm not entirely sure he was even around when that had happened... but that's neither here nor there. She and Gannet had always had a special connection. Liffey knew that she could be honest with him, and also that there was no point in trying to be anything less.

So, without preamble, Liffey lowered the floodgates.

"Are you sure though? That this is what you want?" she asked, lowering her voice anxiously, "I mean... I don't know, I'm just worried for you. After what they did, I can't stop feeling like you aren't safe here. I'm sorry." She didn't know why she was sorry, really. For doubting his decision to stay? For being so paranoid all the time? For feeling so uncomfortable with the way Gannet had just said to let me make up for taking me in? For speaking badly of her packmates? She didn't know. All she knew was that she'd been anxious and frightened for him for weeks now and she just couldn't hold it in anymore.