what am I coming home to

Recluses paw came down upon Aryn's muzzle, forcing it into the ground. It wasn't as if Aryn was about to bite her, the act was unnecessary aside from as Her one eye squeezed shut to protect against the dirt while the other squinted against Recluse's proximity. Her ears pinned hard against her skull as her alpha spat her venomous reply. "I would not have faulted you for your crystal growths, they were a symptom of your illness." She murmured, her voice near a whimper. "My running away was a symptom too, I was sick in the mind not of the body. Please, believe me, I would never have abandoned Veigar had I had the clarity to think."

Recluse's face pulled away, and Aryn's squinting eye relaxed a bit with some extra space away from those jaws. It was not a question Recluse expected a real answer to, it couldn't be, could it? She shrank into the ground, watching Recluse carefully sideeye but not replying further to her question for risk of escalating the punishment with the wrong answer.