old habits die hard

Saren had changed, at least from what Thalia could tell. No longer was he the meek, shy boy he'd once been - though he'd come out of his shell a bit when they'd been taken to the Firefly Festival with their father. And though she had no doubt the changes were good for him, she wasn't completely sure how she felt about them herself, especially as he began to speak. Why would he even bother voicing that he didn't feel anything for Malleus's death? He was family, and he'd been loyal to their God even despite any of his faults - had he not? It was Malleus that had led them through their youngest days, even if they had only been children. At the very least, Saren should've been grateful for that, at least enough to keep his thoughts to himself.

Her nose wrinkled in slight disdain. "I was merely telling you. No reaction is needed," Thalia informed him, her words chosen carefully. "And I'm sure he will be open to accepting you back." Everything had been weird since the eruption.. and even a bit before, if she was being honest. Many wolves had strayed from their group but she had no doubt those who could prove their loyalty to the Abraxas would be welcomed back.

Though some of the hardness had returned to her voice, Saren still moved forward to bump his head into her chest and she froze - leaning only briefly into him before pulling back. The touch was light, but meaningful, despite the thoughts whirling inside her head. The only thing that seemed capable of breaking her thoughts was the reminder that he wasn't a member of the pack quite yet, and that calling Eligos sounded like a good idea; and why not now? Tipping her head back, she finally let loose a call for him, hoping he was nearby. She had a feeling that Saren's chances of joining his family might be higher if she were here by his side, vouching for him.