Early Warning Signs

Tamsyn gave her son a curious glance when he mentioned wanting to talk to her about something, but was quick to give him a shake of her head to his offer to help around the room. There wasn't much more to be done in here anyway without beginning to undo what she had already done. "Nonsense, there's nothing that can't wait till later," she assured him, waiting as he went back to close the door behind him before leading him over to the furs that where spread out in front of the fireplace. She could tell it really meant a lot to him if he was going through the trouble of finding her alone and making sure they had privacy to talk about it. She always wanted to be available to her children to talk about anything and no interior decorating was going to take president over whatever it was he wanted to discuss.

Once she was settled she gave him her full attention. She really had no idea what it would be that had him so concerned, but she was genuinely surprised when he brought up Resin's behavior as the topic of conversation. Her immediate, defensive reaction was to deny the possibility and assure him that her mate was fine, but she restrained that reaction to really think about it for a moment. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she usually did her best to look past some things just because she didn't want to believe that something could be wrong. It felt easy to explain away things as exhaustion, being over worked, straining herself too much... but now that Artorias was seeing it she knew it had gone beyond just what she could see because she spent so much time with Resin.

She was quiet for a while, glancing away from him toward the fire while she tried to figure out what she could say. She didn't want to worry their son since it very well could be some of the things she had written the little slips off as, but she also knew Resin inside and out. She wasn't the kind of wolf to just let herself succumb to something as silly as being tired. "Is there something specific that makes you ask?" she questioned, glancing back toward him without really answering his question, though she was sure her silence spoke volumes.

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