Sirius departed, leaving Hazel unsure what to expect. His exodus enough to tug at her heartstrings, even now. What was it supposed to feel like, watching him walk away? Shit. Hazel had moved off to Halo's side for a bare moment-- as much as she knows Bas needs her, he's not the only one. The woman's eyes were misty, and Hazel had to try. For her. Pressing a gentle kiss to Halo's cheek, a supportive gesture, before returning to Basilisk.
It's in the same moment that her gaze slips to the same location, heart catching in her chest. Hazel's eyes went wide for a moment, muzzle bumping against Bas's shoulder. Tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, Hazel speaking up first. "Kite, we can talk about this." The words are soft, the look on her face beseeching.
