The Lykoi could have added slight changes to her posture to express apologies without words for startling the other, but Halo did no such thing. If anything, this could be a small warning to the other that she should not let her mind drift away with thought. Inferni’s borders were well known and to some extent feared, but it did not give them immunity to dangers from the outside. The warrior knew that it was somewhere along the invisible line here that she had been taken, and it had resulted in Itachi, the demon child with unbreakable ties to the demon that once had tried to swallow the clan whole. Nowhere was safe if one did not take precautions.
The girl’s smile was empty, but Halo paid little attention to it. Few would lighten at the warrior’s approach; for she seldom gave anyone reason to enjoy her presence. But she had never talked with this girl one on one, and perhaps today it was time to get to know the doll face a little bit better. Had Halo been younger, she would have envied the girl for her gentle colouration. Kaena was vivid in her features, and there were few she adored and respected more than the Lykoi matriarch. But looks alone would grant her no special treatment. Not that the Triarii assumed that the other would assume such a thing.
The girl affirmed that her guess was correct, that settled the woman’s curiosity. She watched the frailer canine rise in response to her presence, and she was pleased with that. Was the younger female one of the dreaded gentle souls that the clan kept? Halo’s general view on things had not changed much, but she knew that the clan could not exist of strong, capable individuals only. Then again, the true character of any group could be seen in the weaker links, and the thought was sour to dwell on. Words flowed from the other, and the coppery woman’s gaze travelled away from silver and flush.
Her gaze travelled away from home and into the wilderness, but there was nothing to be found there. The expression worn by rubies could have dimmed and turned distant, but Halo would rarely permit herself to become lost in thought. ”No one can help me.” she concluded, the fact stabbing underneath her skin where no one could see how she bleed. Her child was forever gone and his crimes could not be undone. When would a mother’s heart heal?