This is our make or break it

Bigs was a confused little creature in these moments, he felt as though he was witnessing something that needed to be witnessed (like their rules) and like he needed to look away at the same time. Atreyu was affectionate, but she had never kissed anyone who wasn't close family before. As long as Atreyu felt safe enough to let the brute embrace her so, he was fine. The second she was hurt, however, the one known as Azriel would know a new kind of hell. Those beady eyes of his stayed averted until the two parted themselves and began to talk about things that were more group-appropriate. Atreyu was not good at timing either it seemed, but she got her man he supposed with a small internal laugh. If she was happy, Bigs was happy, and he let the quilled wolf know with a nod of his head.

Atreyu was entranced with the entire place, but her mind kept wandering back to the what ifs of their relationship. What if he found out she wasn't the same girl from Judila, that she had changed because of the demon king and his horde of demons? She was not afraid to kill if she had to, not anymore. Before the thought never would have occurred to her, but now? Now, she would make short work of anyone who threatened what she loved. There was a bare minimum trust for strangers now, they would be lucky to make true allies in the future. What if Azriel learned just how affected by the whole ordeal Atreyu actually was? Would he love her less? Would he want her less?

"Hmmm, a place of worship? Perhaps, or maybe it was a communal home of some sort." Atreyu wondered if the beings from the paintings had once lived here, or if they were imagined likenesses of the ones who did. They must have been massive to need all of this space though. Atreyu smiled and gently nudged Azriel before taking off down a darkened corridor, ducking around a corner to hide from him if possible. Though in these halls her scent would be easy to track, if he didn't stay right on her tail like he said.

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"