Hideaway Strath come not between the dragon, and her wrath.

For a moment, she was silent. Only offering a kind smile and nod in response, Leigh expressed her gratitude for the sweet words with the small gestures. She was thankful, for both the company and conversation. She was glad that it was Arlette who had found her, and not Kynareth or Nyra. Or worse, Sasha. The woman didn't necessarily disliked speaking to the others, but there was a certain kindness that Arlette held that the others did not.

No, the white she-wolf was different. She didn't offer dumb advice or try to fix an unfixable problem. Arlette simply sat by Leigh's side, and they shared each other's pain. Shared empathy instead of empty sympathy, and that was what the woman needed in this moment.

"Thank you, Arlette. You are truly a good friend, and I extend that offer back to you as well. I'm always... lurking, somewhere. If you ever need anything, please, just ask."