I Came For You

Chrystelle watched the smaller woman curiously as she returned her greeting, confirming what she already knew about the fact that she was here to see Ocean. She spoke so easily and so confidently that Chrystelle surprised herself with a bit of envy that creeped up in her gut. Her mother hadn't been a shy woman and Severine at least certainly had more boldness about her than Chrystelle did - something that she wished she had more of. Her brother appeared beside her moments later before she could ask anything else and she glanced up at him, taken aback by the look on his face. His gaze was fixed on this woman, scarcely even glancing at her as he spoke in this warm, familiar way. He looked... happy, which wasn't an expression that she hadn't seen on him for as long as she could remember.

Her ears flicked uncertainly as the stranger introduced herself as Aslatiel and gave her rank - which Chrystelle assumed was a prominent one - within a pack called Armada. She watched Ocean move toward her as she beckoned him, her brother seemingly entranced by this woman. She shifted her gaze away from the pair as Aslatiel reached up to wipe away tears from her brother's face, her face flushing as she suddenly felt extremely out of place and silently wishing she hadn't come to this call that had been intended for her brother. For a moment she wondered if either of them would even notice if she turned and slipped away, but then Aslatiel addressed her, pulling her amber gaze up from the ground once more as she received the explanation of how they had met and helped each other and how she had been worried about him. Her gaze shifted to Ocean as if she was looking for some kind of confirmation, but she could already tell she was being truthful by the way he reacted to her.

She couldn't quite untangle the ball of emotion squeezing at her gut as she glanced between the two of them. There was something akin to envy from the way that Aslatiel carried herself and how she had seemingly brightened Ocean's demeanor so easily while she had been desperately trying so help him for so long. There was a panic that Ocean would want to be with her, that he would leave to be with her and chase this happiness. But there was also a heavy guilt that quickly followed - a guilt over the fact that she could see Ocean so clearly enraptured with someone and all she could worry about was herself. If he had a chance at happiness and a chance to free himself of this place she should let him have it... no matter how much it hurt.

"I see," she replied, forcing a smile onto her lips. "Well... I guess I should be go-" A tickle in her throat caught mid sentence, turning away as her lungs betrayed her and she was thrown into a fit of coughing. She at least kept her face turned away from them till she was able to get them under control again, breathing an uneasy sigh. She was exhausted and she tried to blame it on the morning she had been unsuccessfully trying to find herbs and the harsh effects of the northern air on her, but it was hard to deny that this overwhelming wave of emotions didn't also take its toll.

"I'm sorry," she apologized softly, doing her best and failing to keep the wheeze away from her voice. She didn't risk speaking any more then, instead turning back toward the ship and beginning to make her way slowly back to her room so she could at least warm up and make scrounge together some kind of herbs to help. Herbs were so few and far between that she very rarely treated herself, but on days like today when her symptoms continued to flare she didn't really have much choice.

"Chrystelle"