Hey, nurse, can I get your number?

He was glad when she agreed that there wouldn't be any more calling him "Prince Speckles", but of course the little smile that had begun to pull across his lips was quickly replaced with a playful glare and a smirk when she clarified that "Speckles" alone wasn't going anywhere. As much as he hated the nickname he figured that was probably why she loved it so much so he wasn't surprised that she insisted on keeping it. "Fiiiiine," he groaned with a chuckle, grinning at her as he continued to watch her with amused, heavy lidded, tired eyes. His body was clearly not too keen on the idea of him staying awake now that the pain had dulled and his hunger was somewhat satiated, but kept trying to fight it off so he could keep talking with Syanna. He'd never met anyone that he actually wanted to have a conversation with, besides maybe his siblings and Artorias. Syanna was funny and playful and poked fun at him in a way that he'd never experienced before and he just kept wanting to know more about her.

As she went on to muse about what she might do once she was healed, it was hard not to show his disappointment at the idea that she might leave to go up to Boreas to see what she could find up north - very much away from The Hallows. He knew he wasn't necessarily tied to the pack or restricted to staying in its borders so it wasn't like they couldn't cross paths again, but it would be significantly harder. He suggested that she stay here, but he didn't really know what to expect for her reaction. He partially expected her to deny the idea right away, maybe have her tell him that she didn't like living in a pack like this or that she preferred the freedom to roam. He certainly didn't expect her to agree easily, but somehow he also didn't expect the stunned look she gave him either. She usually looked so confident that when he saw the nervousness on her face it made him take notice.

He scoffed a little when she asked if he had the authority to offer her a place to stay, but he didn't respond right away, instead letting her finish sorting through her thoughts that he could see clouding her emerald eyes. Technically no, he couldn't accept her into the pack or anything official of the sort, but his father had never turned away someone in need of a home so he didn't know why he would start now - especially not after Syanna had done so much to save and take care of him. It was his turn to look confused when she questioned him, asking why he was offering this to her. Even though it felt obvious in some ways, he didn't really know how to respond once he actually started trying to form an answer. Why was he offering her a place in the pack?

"Well... You don't have a home and there's plenty of room here for more wolves," he began, but that didn't really feel like the whole reason. It was one of the reasons and was probably a good enough excuse to tell someone like his father, but after going through so much with her in just the few times that they had been together it was hard to deny that he had started to feel a little attached to the pretty fox-like woman. "Plus, I... I just like being around you so... If you're here then I can see you more. And I can make sure that you don't get eaten by more saber cats," he told her, quickly trying to deflect with a little bit of humor of his own. If there was one thing he inherited from his father it was a desire to keep the wolves he liked close to him so he could better protect them. He knew that the moment she left he would worry so maybe this was his own way of trying to keep her safe.

Ezra Adravendi