Dragoncrest Cliffs Lost pearl

One eyebrow raised, but it was the downward slope of his lips that would change his expression from skepticism to surprise. In the time it took him to blink twice, he looked her over, but noticed nothing terribly alarming. Did he trust that she was telling the truth? Not necessarily. But was he willing to risk voicing such a thing when she was clearly so triggered about it? Absolutely not. 

Showing her sympathy wouldn't be earnest, and he felt it would be a slight to offer anything that she might think was false. Ou jwenn fason ou tounen. ("You found your way back.") Accompanied with a nod, it was the closest thing to a compliment that he could offer her, without sounding false. Whatever she had endured, she had at least survived, and without being maimed. He couldn't help but speculate that the experience hadn't humbled her any. She was as spiteful as always, and that was something he could appreciate. 

'Li ta pran plis pase yon kidnapin pou pran dife a Sapphique,' ('It would take more than a kidnapping to smother the fire of Sapphique,') He thought to himself, though his confidence in that sentiment wavered when Sobeille admitted that the rest of the pack had seemingly been displaced. His eyes widened and he studied her face for any sign of a lie. What you mean? He demanded, his heartbeat thundering in his chest. he'd seen the wolves, after all- heard their jeering, and had escaped- but the rest of them, the entirety of Sapphique? All of dem? He asked, bewildered by the impossible notion that Sapphique had been wiped out.

I'm bungling my hover codes somehow, sorry for the ugly translation!