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"Speech!"
It was fortunate for dear Avantika that Laeta’s schedule was empty. The woman hadn’t had too many sessions as of late; perhaps it was the change of seasons, maybe the sunny days they’d had in succession, or maybe it was just the peaceful atmosphere that settled over the reaches of Hearthstone and its domain. It seemed many wolves were in good spirits, and as Laeta gingerly padded towards her bedroom - where one would seek her out for more privacy to talk - she felt like someone special was going to visit her. She asked Mel to sweep her floor a bit, and she tidied up the place, mustering her strength to ensure everything was in decent order. It was a modest room, but cozy enough for one to feel safe in. It was all she wanted anyways; she hoped anyone who sought her advice would be comfortable enough to open up to her. All on their own terms, all in private.

The monochromatic wolf reached over to make a cushioned nest of sorts on a small loveseat she’d aquired - once a discarded piece of furniture was now a useful accomodation for those she spoke with. It was while she was gently draping s throw blanket over the seat that a familiar figure padded towards her open doorway. She’d recognize that umber mask anywhere - it was Tika!

"Tika, how wonderful to see you again!" Laeta said, turning her attention to the warrior who’d appeared. The girl’s struggles and fears had been explained to her (in confidence) by the Aegis himself, concerned for her anxiety and possible trauma she’d endured after a particularly terrifying raid on the Hallows a few seasons ago. While she had no intention of disclosing the conversation to the younger woman, she kept her face light, ruby eyes shining ajd a gentle smile upon her lips. She was strong, courageous, even; and it appeared she was doing well. But appearances didn’t reveal what lay below the surface, which is exactly why Laeta was entrusted with her rank.

"Would you like to have a seat? Anything to eat or drink, dear?" She inquired, gently gesturing for Tika to have a seat on the small couch. Mel shuffled over and offered his own polite bow in greeting, standing st the ready should the girl wish to have anything. The door had been closed shut, signifying that anything said in the room was in utter confidence.