Moonspear And into the fire we go

Liffey had thought to beat a hasty retreat after excusing herself from Hydra's and Gannet's company. Her mind was a chaotic whirl of emotions in that moment and to stay seemed as though it would only make things worse for her. It wasn't the fault of her companions, not exactly. That their words gave her such intense feels was no reason for them not to speak them. Liffey just couldn't take any more of them; she needed to digest what they had already given.

Charon's appearance stopped her in her tracks, though. Or, it paused her at least. She felt mixed emotions over seeing him arrive - tension, guilt, anxiety, and yet still some pleasure and comfort. Charon was her friend, and her ally, and that she was confident in if nothing else. It was a tumultuous confidence though, for there always loomed the recognition in her that if push came to shove - Liffey against his daughters - she would not be the one boasting his support, no matter the circumstance. It was nothing he had ever done, really, or shown, exactly. Just a feeling she had, supported by the notion that her own parents would have sided with her come hell or highwater even if she were the one so obviously at fault. That was just what parents did, and Charon, so bold and caring and infallible, was likely no different.

Hydra answered the question he had posed while Gannet remained silent. Liffey considered what the dark female had said about questioning Charon directly about whether or not Gannet would be free to leave if one day he wished it, but she had lost her passion for knowing that answer when her friend had confirmed that he didn't want to go. Who was she to argue for his freedom when he didn't want it? She couldn't understand his happiness and contentment living amongst those who had crippled and detained him, but did that mean he didn't deserve to live with the joy he'd managed to find in the gloom?

Maybe she needed to work harder to see the world more like Gannet. Or maybe their situations were simply too different. She didn't know. She needed to go.

Liffey nodded as though to suggest that she too had come to congratulate and welcome her friend, which she had in a way, just in a more suspicious, roundabout way. Kinda. She looked at Charon and offered him a smile. "And I was just headed to see Rannoch. It's my turn to bring dinner home," she said, dipping her muzzle respectfully to him. She paused then before attempting to leave, looking at her alpha. "Let's chat soon? It's been a while," she said, turning the suggestion into a questioning request with the lilt of her voice. As much as she wanted to leave to have some time on her own, she knew it would be a brief thing and soon enough, she would be longing for company again. And she hadn't spent much quality time in his since before Galaxy had died.