flowers where your face should be

As much as Thalia missed her home, and her family, ultimately in came down to one thing: what was best for the Abraxas as a whole. Eligos's vision of what they could be, eventually, had entranced her when she'd first heard it and his words had never left her mind. They could be more, they could be integral to this world in a way they'd never quite been before. They could truly matter. That was why she was here, among other reasons, and she hadn't yet forgotten that. The Abraxas were necessary, and by being here in Abaven she hoped she was proving that. Their dedication was unparalleled, and someday Theory would see that - she hoped she was beginning to, even if just in a small way.

"We could," Thalia breathed in quiet agreement. Going north on a small trip with her sounded quite nice - away from the prying eyes of Theory's packmates. And her temporary packmates, she supposed. She wasn't sure yet if anyone had caught on to the nature of their relationship yet, or if they'd care about it half as much as Thalia did. Would Eligos care if he found out? She didn't doubt he'd worry about whether or not her feelings would compromise what she was here for, but she had to hope she knew better than to let herself slip. But she felt herself beginning to tumble as soon as Theory spoke, asking her a question. Would she stay longer? Her mouth went dry. "How much longer should I stay?" The truth was that she felt her time here wasn't up yet. She longed to check in with her family and see how they were faring through this harsh season, which was more intense than weather in Auster had ever been, but she knew without her they were faring fine. She had to believe that. "Either way, I'm not ready to go yet," she admitted, reaching to drape her head over Theory's side and drink in her scent.