return of the phantom stranger

"Baldrian, well," Theory said, her brow furrowed her a moment. She was a bit surprised that Shaye chose to elevate a stranger to such a high rank, but she trusted her judgment. With Rhyme not operating at full capacity as he aided Poem in her search for Motif, Epitaph missing, and Vail's recent passing... perhaps the rash decision would benefit the pack the most. "In addition to tending to the pack's general well-being, it would be your responsibility to hold group training sessions several times a season, although in times of strife like this, we understand the difficulties that might pose." Right? Theory was fairly sure she'd summed the duties up correctly. It wasn't so long again that she'd learned this all for the first time.

There was something a bit off-putting about Rose, but she wasn't quite sure what it was; perhaps a sort of hollow look behind her eyes? It was unsettling. She tended to believe the best in everyone and tried to put her reservations aside. The eruption had everyone on edge.

"Yes. Our primary healer, and my father, has some important matters to tend to. Our others have either recently passed or have gone missing since the eruption." Her own voice now was flat and affectless. She didn't like talking about these things, especially in front of the children. "I don't need any assistance, thank you." Theo's throat was admittedly sore, but she'd sooner wait for Rhyme to pop around than have a stranger peer down her gullet.

Theory smiled at Void when he asked his question. "You don't have to worry about that! Your job is focus on growing big and strong." She gave his cheek an affectionate lick. Eulogy's children were all sweet in their own way.