Duskfire Glacier gotta keep it together even when you fall apart

As far as Asphodel was concerned, authority figures were to be avoided. If they were around, it was usually for one of two reasons: either they wanted something from you, or you'd done something wrong. Neither was a reason she wanted to deal with right now. Honestly, it'd been awhile since she'd wanted to do anything at all. Now that she felt safe, finally, after so many months, she was just... crumbling. Collapsing inward like soft rotten wood.
There was some measure of guilt to the whole thing, of course. She hadn't intended on being dead weight when she joined; she'd had plans, skills to offer. Now she felt hollow and tired, and almost beyond caring whether the pack kicked her out or not. So, despite the faint twinge of anxiety that kindled in her chest when (assuming she would recognize her by now at least from scent/description) the other leader of the Glacier pack appeared, seemingly seeking her out, Asphodel's greeting and overall reaction was best described as lethargic.
Hello, She said simply, and dipped her head, trying to at least sound polite.