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While Quill had been doing fine, it appeared that Arlette hadn't. She frowned as she listened, nodding occasionally to assure her friend she was listening. While Quill didn't like what she'd heard, she couldn't blame her for how she felt—she and @Akavir had been in their own world. It was difficult to think that her friend felt this way, and she couldn't help but wonder if the rest of the pack had similar views.

I'm very sorry we've made you feel that way, she replied earnestly, her eyes soft and her frown lingering. I could see how we've done that ... and that's not fair. They weren't stepping up and being the leaders they should. It's always appropriate for you to reach out about this kind of stuff—especially regarding the pack's wellbeing. I'll talk to Akavir about this when I get home. And that was that.

I'm also sorry I've been distant—between Akavir and looking for herbs, I've really kept to myself. She'd always been like this when she lived with her parents; the thought of home caused unexpected tears. And ... I learned that my Dad died a while back, so ... yeah. She was sure her friend could pick up what she was putting down.