She nodded quietly, grateful that she had Rhava by her side. Her feline companion was always good company, doing things for her even when she didn't have to, and speaking for her when she couldn't...like now. Swallowing, she quietly followed Heather as the alphess spoke about Razor and Alfred. She didn't know who Alfred was, though she assumed it was a cousin of theirs. She found it a bit odd that the pair would fall for each other considering they were related, but maybe there was more to it then she really understood. Shaking that off, she didn't focus too much on it. "I...it was hard to keep staying away..." Her only response. She wasn't sure what else to say. She regretted not coming sooner? Regretted not spending more time with her brothers? Regretted...everything? She was at a loss for words, and even more so when Jackson came into view, sitting at their brothers grave. Heather moved away, leaving the two alone, and when Jackson noticed her and questioned her, she didn't know what to say.
She stood there, almost like she shouldn't be here. Like she was behind enemy lines and the next step she took could set off a hidden land mine. She looked at Jackson for a moment before turning her gaze to the ground. She felt so bad. So inexplicably horrible for not having been here sooner for those that needed her. Had she been around, maybe Razor would still be here? Maybe Riv would be here too? It was a tough pill to swallow, and in the middle of it all, she felt like all she could do was blame herself. For running away from everyone...just like her mom. Just like her dad....at this point, was she any better than them? She had done the same thing, but she had come back.
She took in a deep, shaking breath. Almost hesitant to release it for fear that she would cry. And that was the last thing she wanted to do in front of them. Peeking at her companion for a moment, she would return her gaze to the ground before responding. "N-no...not yet at least..." She wanted to feel his touch. Wanted to go up to him and bury her face in his fur, but feared that he would reject her. Part of her felt like he was angry with her for staying away. Maybe even hated her for abandoning them just like their parents had. She didn't dare look at him nor move a step, suddenly feeling unwelcome. Little did she know it was just in her head..
"Too bad we almost made it."
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