looking for trouble

His posture shifted, and he seemed uncomfortable. Hazel could understand that, but maybe it was important to learn how to talk about the uncomfortable things. Quietly, she listens to him talk about being a hermit. Talk about struggling. Talk about bothering anyone... wait, she could relate to the last one. She considered for a long moment as he spoke, finally nodding. It was more to herself than anyone else, but she supposed she understood. Well, she understood in the way that she knew how. Hazel had grown up here, but she'd grown up a pup that had more or less been dropped on the Armada's doorstep.

"What do you enjoy doing?" The question comes, and she'll give him time to think on it. If there was something he preferred, then it would be easy enough to encourage him on that path, right? Hazel certainly thought so. Not wanting to force a decision out of the man, but she wants to help. Hazel's interactions come in earnest, she could promise that much. "Hey, you're never bothering anyone. This is a pack, we're here to support each other help each other. If we didn't, then we'd be no better together than we are alone." She explains, green eyes sitting on the larger man in earnest. It had taken her some time to learn that, too. Maybe Hazel could help him understand.

"Speech"