Blackfeather Woods the war at home

well her trying to sway his belief as to who stood before him did not seem to earn her a reaction. or perhaps somewhere within that glassy gaze it had but it definitely was not going to be protrayed for her to see. sighing, the pale woman leans back on her haunches- letting her tail lie limp on the cool floor. 

at least he seemed to be present enough to hear her to some degree as her questioning of his name brought what seemed to be an attempted smile to his features albeit it resembled more of a grimace. many names. fucking great, her dark eyes once again are drawn to the dimly lit entrance however her paws remained rooted to where she sat. she snorts slightly as he continues to add that it was a good question. "thanks" she can't resist muttering although it's spoken more for herself than he. what the fuck is she supposed to do now? he was both injured and in a state, from what she can see it's not anything life threatening but the whole drugged situation wasn't exactly the best. why don't you just leave? now that was the good question, what was stopping her? no one would know sure even he seemed to think she was someone else. and yet there she remained, watching the boy as the stupid silence continued to make her ears ring.

eventually she lays down, letting her body meet the cool, smooth surface. there's still decent space between them and her tail tip twitches in a tense manner. she sighs softly, ears pinning back against her head as her gaze focuses on the wall between the boy and the escape- not willing to commit her focus to either. "the silence is deafening" she eventually exhales in a barely even whisper. it's not really spoken to him, for she's come to the conclusion that she may as well be alone with the state he was in. more just a statement that she needed to confirm to herself by letting it be spoken aloud. it too was quite quickly swallowed by the thick, oh so silent air until all that was left to disturb it was their simple breathing.