You Take What Is Yours And I'll Take Mine

Relm wouldn't know the more inner makings of Manea's mind, the aftermath of her and Alastor's last time together, any way Manea reacted Relm tried to take lightly. She knew she wasn't easy to cozy up to, and frankly she was sure that most of the pack didn't care much for her either. I wasn't like she was being very social anyway. It was no different with Manea. She wanted to try to do better which is why she was here. And she wasn't in much of a different situation with Alastor too long ago. It was hard being around Manea as it was hard being around Alastor following Kefka's death. Not everything could have the same fix, but she wouldn't know until she tried.

With a bit of silence at first, Relm just stood her ground and waited for Manea's response. God she hoped she wasn't actually ignoring her. She couldn't help that strain of her social anxieties and insecurities but she maintained her physical demeanor well. She had grown really to just shut herself down when it got the best of her. Maybe that wasn't healthy, but it seemed to get her into the right mindset.

When Manea finally responded, Relm could say she felt more at ease. She seemed rather mellow and friendly so, that was a good thing, right? What she wasn't expecting was the news of her pregnancy. Which wasn't bad or alarming, she certainly wasn't up for that kind of life, more specifically motherhood. SO there were not even flicks of jealousy to the thought. Whatever deeper thoughts Manea may have had about Relm and Alastor as a pair was really no contest to what she had. "Oh, uh," She took a gentle seat beside her while she was not so eager to travel for the hunt anymore. "Did you... want my help with anything?" she asked genuinely, not immediately shooting down the opportunity for any type of interaction with her.

"Relm"