Redsand Canyon I don't know the half of it anymore

He assured her once more that she could talk to him about anything and she offered a kind smile back to him, a silent ‘I know’ appearing on her features. It had been far too long since she had been able to trust someone with the promise of anything but it felt nice.
 
He yawned, and the question fell and she had to remind herself that they were friends. He was asking for the companionship because he had been through something traumatic. She had to keep those boundaries straight; her mind had let her cross them if only for a second at the initial question before she reigned herself back in, offering a nod. “Yes, of course.” She’d feel more comfortable knowing he wasn’t alone after the news she had told him about. It was a lot for anyone’s psyche, especially one who had already been through so much.
 
She herself didn’t want to be alone either. She was most nights, but she slept better around the presence of other wolves, of safe wolves. “Anytime you need, the tablinum is open.” It wasn’t uncommon for patients to sleep there, so what difference did it make if he was a friend, not there for patient reasons? She felt it was an offer that the Matrona and Imperator would not second guess. She was capable of staying professional. She laid her head down, close but not overly close to him because his presence was just comforting and she still couldn't quite place why.