You are someone else

Eligos was unreadable as always, though Aryn watched him carefully as he spoke. It was difficult to determine from where her hesitance stemmed, it may have been a subconscious response to seeing the wolf who was present with her when she'd been infected, it may have been that Recluse's anger had ruined for her the innocence of expecting the best in others. Perhaps it was being raised beneath her father's negative opinion of Abraxas wolves. Whatever it was, Aryn knew it wasn't fair to take it out on her friend.

She fell back on her haunches, sitting carefully upon the grass and following his gaze to the ongoing festival. "That's your problem then." She mused softly. "It's supposed to be a festival about romance, you're supposed to come with someone to enjoy it." It was a strained attempt at poking fun at the solemn man, though it fell flat against the guardedness that hung between them.

It was not surprising that he'd been affected by the sickness too, though there was no doubt in her mind that he handled it better than she had. "I ran away." She admitted after a moment of silence, her disappointment in herself clear in her tone. "When I was sick, I ran away from Habari. I don't know if they'll ever forgive me for it." Aryn fixed her gaze back at him, an unspoken question in her eyes. Eligos was an alpha just as Recluse was - how well would he have taken a deserter, during a global plague?