Hey, nurse, can I get your number?

Ezra scoffed, but didn't answer her question on if he had the authority to allow her to stay permanently, which was all the answer she needed. He didn't, which meant he was asking from his heart, willing to skirt rules to keep her around. Something about that felt terribly endearing, and Syanna couldn't help the heated flush from creeping across her cheeks while she kept her eyes diverted from his. This uncharacteristic shyness felt strange to her and she didn't know what to do about it. Ezra continued to explain his reasoning. She was homeless, wandering place to place aimlessly. And he liked her. Somehow, that felt like the more legitimate answer to her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes when he said he could protect her from being eaten by saber cats here. She thought about pointing out how the attack that had left him bedridden was only just beyond his pack's borders, but she held her tongue. He was being sweet and there was no reason to throw it back at him.

For a long while, Syanna didn't know what to say. Ezra had been the kindest wolf to her since she'd been driven from her home, looking at her not like something to use or exploit or a charity case. He saw her as she was—or at least what she let him see. Was that enough for her to willingly give up her freedom to stay in the safety of his pack? Would this even truly be considered giving up her freedom? She knew nothing of the Hallows or its practices, but it certainly didn't seem as restrictive or oppressive as the pack she had grown up in. "Ezra..." Syanna started, but her words faltered and faded off while she tried to collect her thoughts. Would she accept his offer and stay? Would she refuse and leave? Syanna breathed a heavy sigh, finally allowing herself to look back up into his big, pleading eyes that matched the color of a clear sky, looking like he offered her the whole world all at once.

"I... I don't know if I'm good for your pack," she finally admitted out loud, orange ears folded to her skull while she curled her tail nervously around her paws. "It's very sweet of you, but... you don't even know you want someone like me around. I don't know anything about your pack or your life..." She paused, still trying to gain her whirlwind of thoughts under control. "How about we do a trial run instead...? I'll stay for the season. Then we can see how I fit in and if you still want to put up with me by then." Syanna seriously doubted he would want her around after a few consistent weeks in her presence, but he had saved her life, and he was being so kind and generous, the least she could do was humor his desires at least a little bit. Would that be good enough for him though?

"Syanna Alluráin"