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Strange exhaustion swept over Eris, and she simply gaped at both canines, the desire to retreat back to her room growing stronger with each passing second. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, leaning against the wall. Though it looked a rather passive, aloof pose, it was more to keep her balance and keep from wobbling all over the hall. Had she all her strength and her intact face, there would have been an epic rage-storm from the sable-shaded hybrid. As it was, however, she hadn't the energy to hold herself upright, let alone fight the powers that be.
What happened next genuinely surprised her, however, and it showed in the awkward look upon her face, widened eyes and slightly agape jaw—though, admittedly, part of this was being unable to fully close it, though there was genuine shock in her. Though the sable-shaded hybrid recognized the authority in the her half-brother's voice, this was not what had astounded her so much. Rather than instantaneously scold her, the burned-gold hybrid had sent Halo away, and he had asked about her wounds. Small a gesture as this was, and perhaps out of duty rather than sympathy, the sable-shaded canine mistook it as such regardless. It was maybe the largest kindness she had seen since returning here, though of course, Eris's perspective on life was rather skewed—she'd been offered food, an escort to a distant pack; she had met at least one canine that she genuinely liked who was not, in fact, related to her.
Rather than remain where she was, the shadow-furred woman stepped forward, her steps rather shaky and unbalanced. Rather than try to retain her balance in front of him, she sank to the floor as gracefully as possible, though the descent ended up being much quicker than she intended. It made her dizzy, and she remained hunched over a moment, half-clenching her jaw, though doing so only intensified the pain around her muzzle and elicited a faint whimper from her. The sable-shaded Equites straightened up as best she could, and lifted her arm to point toward the streak of red on the wall. “I got mad at the rat,” she said, too disoriented or too intimidated to lie to him.
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