ultimately, inevitably

She made an amused sort of hum in her throat, she'd give him that. Not many people talked to her these days and though her isolation in many ways was self-imposed, sometimes she just wanted to push through. To just do it anyway, as if they could read her mind. And whilst she was sure Chimera was capable of many things, she doubted that was amongst his repertoire of doable things. He then pressed on, seemingly unfazed by her difficult nature and posed a question that had her thinking, really thinking with furrowed brows and flicking ears. That was the thing, the crux of the matter, she didn't even know what she wanted any more. How much would be enough for her? To have gone for so long without could she truly be sated?

Hanako sometimes felt like there was a void inside of her, a gaping hole that meanness spilled out of. She'd stopped pretending she was a nice person long ago, the only person who made her feel good and kind had died long ago, only spoken to in dreams which were clearly her mind's way of trying to cope. To reach out to a past long since beyond her reach. And that was one of her many problems, she wanted the world to fall at her paws but it just wouldn't. It had for a time, when she was younger and prettier, or maybe it had just seemed that way looking through her rose-tinted glasses.

"I don't even know any more."  She admitted with a huff, lips puffing out in an exhale. She faintly liked that he was listening, if nothing else it had been forever since she'd had a good vent. "Why do you even like me anyway? I thought you hated me." She asked instead, sort of maybe fishing for compliments?

They had spoken a few times since her incident, soft words and a settled understanding. Company without strings attached or anything other than quiet words beneath a night sky. She had pent-up energy, a desire to pace back and forth, only to pause at his offer, her head tilting just so. Wolves were social in nature, there was no harm in sitting closer, the night air was a little chilly after all, but nothing compared to the bite of the northern winds. She really hated the Col and resented the choice to move.

And so she came beside him, sitting close not in a show of affection but in the same way a catch would leach one's warmth. Used him as a makeshift pillow, elbows slightly digging into his side.