You are someone else

While he remained where he stood, Aryn felt Eligos' presence retreat. The relief was immediate, but was followed quickly by emotion she couldn't quite decipher. In the absence of his hovering she was able to calm herself further, though in the back of her mind flared the worry of the damage that may have been done to one of her few friendships in such a short moment of time. "I did, shortly after that encounter." There was a weight to her words and her frown returned, though it was not unusual for a wolf to be solemn remembering their time during the plague when so many had suffered so heavily. "Did you as well?" Without thinking her eyes roamed his frame, seeking evidence of the infection. He did not seem worse for the wear, but she hadn't forgotten the pain in his growl minutes earlier and could not assume it was unrelated.

Another question came and her gaze tore from him, her head turning briefly to the bustle of wolves they'd both peeled away from. "Not really." She admitted with a small, cautious laugh. "I find lately I, at least, don't like crowds."