She had been wrapped up within her thoughts that she had failed to notice her uncle stopping to watch her for a few moments. She had even failed to hear his approach. It wasn't until she turned and paced towards him did her molten gaze caught the familiar form of her uncle's white fur. She would stop dead in her tracks, eyes roving his form as her healer instinct drove her to do and when she was satisfied that he was unharmed, rushed to him and pressed her dark head into his chest fur.
She was relieved that he was back. Relieved that he was in one piece and relieved that he was still alive. Although this also meant that her father was now gone from this world which she was still uncertain how she actually felt about that. It had felt like so long since she had last seen him and the last time she had it was merely brief, leaving him in the dust like he had done to her. Actaea did not speak, but remained buried into her uncles chest as her worries began to melt away. She had no reason to worry now, he was here and he was fine.
She inhaled deeply taking in his familiar scent and letting her mind settle fully before she would gently pull back and look to his face.
"Are you...... Okay?" her voice was quiet, only for him to hear.
She knew both him and her were not the best at speaking about their feelings, but somehow she felt her uncle was troubled even now that everything was finally over.
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Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
