Rough Indestructible Surface

Alastor was completely right, Relm was acting like she was tough and fine. It was nothing new to her, she had acted her whole life. But she was also tough and fine because she couldn't act any other way. She wanted what the brute gave her, but not all of it. She asked for it out of curiosity but fought with herself the entire time. She was on a balance beam of regret or not, but she wouldn't open up those feelings to Alastor or to anyone. She was more reserved than that, she kept her whole life private from the rest of them.

Relm's lip pulled up as she smelled the mixture that Irilyth gave her, but nonetheless swallowed it down in a hard gulp. She had instructed after care for that matter, and that was all Relm felt like she needed. She was certainly not taking advantage of what Alastor and the band had to offer her, she felt bad doing so. With a nod of her head she turned away to bathe off in the lake so she could rinse the blood from her coat and wounds.

"Relm"