Redsand Canyon pontius

She knew the way the world worked, at least the skewed version of the world that Dimitri was living in. She hummed softly, the tone proving she did not quite believe him. She wanted to, but it was hard when she had never seen such a thing come to pass. She understood charisma, and how it could drive to legions of men sacrificing themselves for blood to run rivers red simply to suite the needs of their leader… she did fear him. She tried not to; but she did fear him because she had seen what he was capable of. She wasn’t alone… in a way, she had not been alone before. A complex and discreet network of support had existed between the healers of the Trail… but this was different. This was support that knew how to and was willing to fight in her defense.
 
She didn’t have the time nor the emotional bandwidth to process how much that meant to her, so instead she glanced at her paws lightly, focusing intently on the red dirt that lined the tablinum instead. She frowned lightly at the answer to her question. It had not been the one she was hoping for but she did not pry any further. She craved the warm embrace and safety she knew @Kallik could give her, but she also knew he had a duty to the pack first, and that in attacking Glaukos he had violated that duty. She still felt responsible, and she didn’t see that line of thought changing anytime soon.
 
The mention of a patrol snapped her out of her thoughts again, the question falling as she offered a soft smile and a nod. “Tamar would be wonderful for company. Thank you.” The thank you was layered, more than just the offer of company, but a thanks for everything that had happened, all of the support she had received from not just him but every wolf during her time within Mereo as it’s healer. While an awful patient herself, she knew she needed to rest, and perhaps sharing tales or idle gossip from around Mereo with Tamar might help her settle down for a little bit.