Apologies and explanations were unnecessary for the male.
Even if she had commited a crime whilst she was out and murdered a thousand men, he would not deprive her of the benefit of forgiveness. He could, and would listen to her pleas, given she had some, if that would rid her of the guilt, but as a sinner himself he would not hold anything against her.
Aside from being a Counselor and a respected member of the pack, Galileo was also a friend to all those who wished to have his friendship -- and Bazi being the girl that had lurred him into the gates of the Creek in the first place would never be anything less.
A true friend.
"Not sick" he answered hoarsely, not realizing that the fact he wasn't coughing, sneezing or suffering from an illness meant he was well. Because he wasn't.
"Maybe a little tired" he admitted then, pulling his torso so he was no longer laying on the snow but sitting.
Was he really tired?
No.
Despite the ocassional aches of his joints -- which were a side effect of his age --he didn't feel worn out.
Then what was he tired of, he didn't know yet.
"Are you?" he asked, tracing the outlines of her face with his amber eyes. Though he didn't mean to turn the focus of him, he had not realized that Bazi was trying to engage in serious conversation.
After being a Counselor for so long he had not considered the fact that maybe it was him that needed to be consoled.
