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Heat was seeping out of the land with the setting sun. She stood calmly and let it leave, though she didn't feel cold. It was the middle of the summer and she had a warm coat of fur to keep her warm even if it wasn't. The girl smiled upward, her nostrils flaring to take in the last scents of the daytime. That same inhale also sucked in a smell she hadn't anticipated or wanted - Nayru. Her body tightened, her arms instinctively crossing against her chest in a defensive gesture. Though she had caught the scent somewhat early - Nayru was still far enough away that she could probably walk away - Melee didn't move. It might been seen as an active snub of the leader, and she still didn't want to harm her stepmother. As awkward and unhappy as the whole situation made her, that didn't mean that she wanted to bring unhappiness to the union. She had known Nayru as far back as she could remember, they were practically family... well, she supposed, now they were really family.
Her arms uncurled from her chest to fall down by her sides again before Nayru came up behind her. The words were anticipated, so she didn't jump or move away. Instead, she half-turned with the faintest glimpse of a smile on her dark lips. It wasn't the usual beaming grin of the mischievous Soul wolf, but it wasn't a blank expression either. The girl's face was happy, it just wasn't as gleefully happy as it was so often. That was fine, though, it wasn't as if she always had to be that happy... right? She knew that it probably meant Nayru could tell she was unhappy and uncomfortable. After all, Melee was the sort to grab someone in a hug, to grin and laugh and energetically... that feeling had returned when she was with Saul, but her stepmother was a different story. There was a gap between them, at least in Melee's mind.
At the question of the leader, she smiled a bit more. The quiet nature of her stepmother was an interesting counterpoint to Melee's own exuberant nature. Though that exuberance was tempered right now by her uncomfortable feelings. They felt like butterflies in her stomach, but not the good kind. "You are more than welcome to join me... the sun's almost gone, though." she remarked, as if Nayru was there to watch the sunset. As if there wasn't something else that could easily occupy their attention in a minute. Melee silently hoped that the other female wouldn't bring up the elephant in the room... then, maybe, they could have a peaceful time in each other's company. Even though Scorpius had encouraged her to speak with Nayru and Gideon, she wanted to talk to Gideon first... or at least the two of them together. Not just Nayru. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that just yet. Maybe later, after she had talked to Gideon about how she felt.