hardest of hearts

She'd known her cousin had been ill, quite seriously, but she'd heard he was recovering. For that she was glad - the Fallen God had no doubt seen him through the whole ordeal and she was sure wolves with less faith hadn't fared so well. Thalia found herself often if Theory was recovering too, all the way back east, but perhaps the best answer of all was not knowing. Hearing pawsteps nearby she tilted her head, already guessing who it was by his gait before she even saw him. She forced a half-smile, half-grimace toward him as he drew closer. She was glad to be home, among family. The darkness had shown her that this was where she belonged permanently - she'd always known it, but it had only solidified that truth. :"Eligos," she started gruffly. "How are you faring? You look well - thank God," Thalia breathed, bowing her head in silent prayer and letting her eyes drift shut for a moment, knowing what she could have lost, what they all could have lost. Despite her tumultuous emotions, she felt thankful above all else.