lead me out on the moonlit floor

Thalia wasn't entirely sure what she was doing here, other than trying to get information - no doubt the exact reason why Eligos was here. Seeing Theory had all but disrupted her train of thought entirely, though she'd found someone who was marginally interesting (at least, compared to the rest of the wolves here) and she was trying to watch what he was crafting. Zeroing in on him and trying to let the rest of her surroundings drone out in the background seemed a reasonable solution to her current predicament, even if completely counter-intuitive to why she'd come here in the first place.

She was surprised when someone spoke her name, someone familiar. Fel? Hadn't she been talking to Theory? Her gaze narrowed slightly as it lifted to Fel, pulling herself slowly upright into a seated position. "And?" Thalia started, her voice calm in spite of the turbulent feelings bubbling just beneath the surface. There was no hint of coldness there, though - unsurprisingly for this particular Abraxas - there was no warmth present, either. Though the fact that she was content with Fel's proximity to her, and responded so quickly was more warmth than she offered most. "Yes, she's nice," she added after a moment. What precisely was Fel getting at? And more importantly, why was she talking to her about it? Thalia wasn't one big on finding secret meanings hidden between words; she preferred the straightforward approach, even if she herself wasn't always the best at expressing what she felt or was thinking.

Thalia swiveled herself around to face her a bit better, trying to get what she was talking about. A long moment of silence followed as she soaked in her words. Part of her was painfully aware of what she was implying, but another part of her had trouble accepting that at face value. For a moment she considered asking for clarification, but part of her didn't want to seem ignorant in front of her older cousin. Thalia was at a crossroads. Lying and saying that she was mistaken in whatever she thought seemed an easier solution than simply confessing anything at all about how she felt.... but even easier, apparently, was doing neither one. "Thanks. I guess," Thalia added awkwardly, as if an afterthought, before Fel bid her a surprisingly affectionate farewell.

So what now? Her gaze trailed after Fel as she left, though before long it drifted to where Theory was. She was indeed waiting down the beach, in an area more secluded than this one. She froze for a moment before lifting herself to all fours and making the short walk over to her. Though she was at a complete loss for what to say, or what precisely Theory expected - if anything - so she decided to start from the bottom and work her way up. Better to make sense of what she'd said to Fel before making assumptions. "So I see you met my cousin," Thalia started, clearing her throat. "What - uh - exactly did you two talk about?" And was Theory drinking again, like all of the wolves here seemed to be? Thalia herself was completely sober and she studied Theory in the dim moonlight and tried to gauge her current state from sight alone.