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The choice was made to be alone, something she herself could not fully understand. When he explained his reasoning, some light was further shed on the why, and Kovette couldn’t help but feel sorry for the boy. Burdened so heavily that he had to make that decision, it was a choice she couldn’t imagine herself ever wanting to make; although she, too, left her family behind in favour of travelling, the events leading up to each of their departures were so incredibly different that she couldn’t see any possible, or reasonable, way to compare the two.

“I’m sorry you had to leave them,” she settled on saying, voice soft. “But maybe being away from them will give you the time you need to heal on your own...?” She did not mean it to be a question but could not prevent the pitch of her voice from rising, as if it were one. Kovette was not too equipped at handling these sorts of conversations, in all honesty—yes, she had been around death and loss before but, for her, it was different. The Apaata family came together during times of passing and the lives lived previously by their late relatives were always celebrated. As sad of a time as it always turned out to be, they still celebrated the life that came before death, and wished the spirits well on their journeys. And whilst her father had always been... awkward, to say the least, at these ceremonies, Kovette did not have any true experience with exactly what the boy was going through. Even still, she felt for him.

Words were spoken that she didn’t understand, picking up only on her own name. Her ears perked with curiosity, a question stuck on the tip of her tongue, only to be swallowed and exchanged for a faint smile of her own. And when he stated that he’d sit with her, the northerner took up a spot next to him and sat; her previous worries had all faded away at that point, caring nature winning out over the caution instilled in her from birth.

“Where are you going from here?” she eventually asked, driven half by curiosity and half by the assumption that a distraction might help ease his woes. “Do you have someplace to go?” Inwardly, she questioned whether or not she was overstepping. Outwardly? She didn’t care if she was stepping, she worried for the other wolf and where he might end up whilst in such an emotional state of mind.