Walk . Talk . Think
That was what she wanted to hear, some sense that the Luperci didn't want to know about her exploits. Even if it was a lie. Even if Cotl would ask her later. At least her mind could be eased away from it for the time being. Subconsciously, she stored the circumstances that resulted due to her disappearance away in the back of her cerebrum, behind the never-forgotten memories of her uncle and the Dahlian war. It was a defense mechanism that made her turn the subject around, to whether Cotl had missed her, or even noticed she was gone.
He had. Or he claimed he had, she couldn't be sure. Maybe she wanted to believe him. Either way, she approached his words with a subtle distrust, just as she would have anyone; the ginger-furred Imaginifer was not an exception to her rule.
He knew she had left because her scent had faded. Curiosity passed over the coymutt's face, her crimson eyes turning from Cotl's body to the walls, up the stairs, through the expansive room. She didn't know her own scent, obviously. She couldn't tell if it lingered in the D'Neville manor, on the lands. In the minds of others. "Did it really..." The words were whispered, not meant to be directed at anyone present. She wasn't even really speaking to herself, some imaginary thing. Had she managed to make her mark on the Inferni lands once again? In such a short window of time?
Talitha was sure that, were she to ask, Cotl would say yes.
So she pushed the conversation in a new direction, secretly pulling strings to get what ending she was looking for. His bedroom. The destination for the rest of the dark morning; what better place? Andrezej couldn't get her there, not under the German's bi-colored watch. Her crimson gaze focused silently on his ashen muzzle, watching as he spat out words in the voice she found so comforting in the moment. Coydog skull, pelt, flag, why was he still talking? They could have been up the stairs.
But finally, finally, he reached for her hand, and she let him take it. She let him lead her, following the stairs while keeping her eyes on her friend. "I don't have anything for my room yet, except what was there." Back to a lush murmur, sultry overtones overwhelming the innocence of the sentence.
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