She smiled, now. That was good. Warden was glad she smiled, actually, because if she'd carried on being all weird about stuff and scared, he probably wouldn't have known what to do. Truthfully, Warden wasn't really sure what to do regardless. All of the other wolves in the Armada just... knew him. They were all related, or sort-of related. In one way or another, bonds of blood or pact seemed to do the same thing.
Triss, she's called. Warden watched her carefully, wondering if everything she said was true. Were there really wolves so awful that they were kidnapping kids and being awful to them? He thinks about the kind of justice that you could get in that kind of situation, and then quickly tires of that line of questioning. Instead, his mind flickered back to the girl. "My mum is the best healer, maybe she could fix your memory." Well, Halo was the best healer Warden knew, at least. It's with pride that he offers her help, perhaps signing Halo up for something that's way above her paygrade.
