You Clearly Weren't Aware

Alastor would have been perfectly content just going about his way and forgetting he’d ever even found Relm again, but the girl’s cry for him to wait caught the attention of the departing dire wolf. A single red-tipped ear flicked back and he slowed his steps, turning to face the effigy of his past once more with indifference in his abyssal eyes, gazing down at her with a quirked brow. She started to say something, then stopped herself short, then asked if he had somewhere safe for her to stay. Now Alastor was baffled, but highly intrigued. The garish-colored wolf looked genuinely scared, even though she refused to admit it. That was fine, he didn’t need to hear the words to read her body language.

"Running from something?" asked the dark-furred brute with a bit of humor in his deep voice. The longer Relm’s genuine worry remained on her visage, however, the more Alastor’s teasing slipped away. He looked at Relm with grim seriousness. Realization dawned on him. "No… hiding from someone." Suddenly he understood her reluctance to talk about her father, why they had separated. Had Kefka done something to his own daughter? The fatherly side of Alastor bristled, instantly assuming the worst. He knew he’d disliked that fucking clown from their first meeting when he tried to fuck his then fiancée, but this…

Alastor nodded his head, considering his options for a moment. If he turned Relm away, there was a good chance the next time he’d see her, she’d be a corpse, if he ever saw her again at that. Though cold and violent, Alastor was not the heartless bastard he once was. "You can come travel with my family’s band," he offered, motioning with a nod of his head for her to follow him. "We’ll be heading south soon. You can stay with us as long as you need, provided you pull your weight." He had no doubt she would. Relm had always been mature beyond her age and highly independent. But if she needed a little extra security to commit patricide, he’d be happy to provide what she needed.

"Alastor"