Hideaway Strath Do I speak my truth or do I filter to how I feel?

Her words and eyes spoke the truth.
He trusted every word. No hint of darkness, only quiet contempt in her travel, it seemed.
She'd made it.
"I'm so proud of you," he beamed, the light making it all the way to his usually dull eyes.
It seems like she'd gone through quite enough to get here, and suffered just a little too. Nothing a few good meals wouldn't help with and perhaps a dip in the river.

She wanted to join? Even after Kynareth?
His head tilted slightly. He'd just have to protect her for a few days.
"Of course we'll have you."
As if she'd ever be denied. As if he'd let her be denied.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up and fed." His tail waved softly. To think of having her here all the time! He couldn't be overwhelmed now.
He glanced backwards, wondering if anyone else had come to see the call. Though they might know now it was Arlette, and let him see her alone.