So Tell My Friends That I'll Be Over Here [Caelia]

Oh god, what would Aurielle even think of them right now? They were allowed to have fun, right? But what if they gave a bad impression of Valhalla to all these other wolves? Her disappointed stare was emblazoned in her mind's eye but it was hard to think about it for too long at all. Going home right now sounded stupid anyway. How would they even find their way home like this? Caelia wasn't sure she could walk far at all without toppling over. Even sitting seemed unsteady, and so she slowly slid down onto her belly, zeroing in on Domari as best as she could with her eyes feeling like they were crossing.

Yes, it was obvious that he was interested in Justice. Sober Caelia would've never dreamed of mentioning that, though. It was his business and she wasn't generally interested in prying into the affairs of others. Her list of qualifications seemed to stretch on endlessly. Amazin, gorgeous, cool, awesome, good fighter. "What does she have that I don't?" She suddenly asked, nearly gawking at Domari. Not in an accusatory way, just looking curious and demanding an answer. "I mean... I don't like you or anything like that. I didn't mean it like that. You're too old for me, I think. But I've never heard anyone say those things about me. She's lucky, that someone likes her so much, really," she drawled on aimlessly. It wasn't jealousy, not really, but she was just wondering now. About male attention. If she wanted it, how to get it. Caelia was at an absolute loss for how to deal with that sort of thing, or even if she was interested at all. "You should just tell her though. How you feel. How else is she supposed to know?"