Close Quarters

Alister Callow · 10-04-2012, 10:22 AM

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Strangely Sidra didn't seem to notice him right away, she hardly flinched when he opened the door, and when he saw her, her head was tucked between her knees. She groaned when she finally became aware of his presence, and he felt worse for his mistake. But she had a room, what was she doing here? Before he could say much else the door jammed, faintly he heard her speak, questioning the circumstance, but there was nothing to be done. "Look, I -- said I was sorry, alright? Why would you be here in the first place, you have a room." Said the tawny pelted brute as another shiver ran down his spine. His words weren't harsh, but it was clear he didn't like this arrangement any better than she. It's not as if he wanted to be trapped here with her, anyone else? Fine. But not her. She was a liar and a thief, and he wanted little to do with the woman. Not to mention Aro. If he saw the pair of them together, what would he think? Alister wasn't suicidal.

When he turned he saw Sidra get up and cross the room to him, worry gleaming in her amethyst eyes. Her whole demeanor changed as she questioned him urgently. She didn't bother asking if he was alright. The wolfdog gave a nod, ears twitching to the way she spoke about Aro, 'her Knight,' she said. It put a bitter taste in his mouth, entirely unrelated to his relationship with her. "He's safe, as are the others. A little shaken, perhaps, but everyone will be fine." Alister assured her, relieved himself that all were safe and back within the Fort. Thank god Hadley had found Amatha, or else they might have been mourning the loss of a child.

He watched as she turned swiftly, holding her muzzle as if she were going to wretch. His brows furrowed and a hand twitched towards her. "Sidra? Are you alright? Did she hate him that much? Regardless, his visage was concerned, and he moved to help her. "You should sit down," the Callow man urged her, dismissing the matter of his own health. Neither of them were at their best, and Alister's gaze trailed to the door. Maybe if he wasn't so bloody tired he would have been able to break it open, but now the male just wanted to sit down, maybe take a nap? His fingers and toes were numb, as were parts of his body, but still he shivered. Fortunately he had enough sense to remove his sopping wet cloak that still clung to his body. He draped it over some of the crates sounding a wet thud. His pack fell to the floor, and he waited for her to settle before sinking down the wall in the corner.

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