Give me some sugar, it will heal my salted wounds

Walk | Talk | Think

He seemed a little surprised at her decision to come and speak to him, and for a second Callisto wondered if it would have been better for her to leave him be after all. Maybe he had been more like her than she thought, maybe he wanted his space. But even as she shifted her weight from one foreleg to the other a bit awkwardly he managed a slightly weak smile. Oh. Well, that was...encouraging? Did he appreciate her coming and speaking to him then? It seemed he did, answering her as she supposed would have been natural for what he had been through. He was healing. Feeling a bit better, the black and grey youth nodded her head understandingly. That was to be expected. And it was progress in her experience.

She realized quite suddenly she had nothing to say to him, nothing that she could think of that was normal or helpful or...proper. Feeling incredibly unprepared and more like she needed to leave before she said or did something that was unnecessary and potentially hurtful - the last thing she needed to do was upset this wolf more than he had already been upset - Callisto was glad when offered up another phrase, even though it confused her. What did he mean by that, his remark about Ebony's members? But he asked for her name - too much time had passed since their last meeting for her to remember whether she had offered him her name before - and so she answered readily, grateful not to have to think of something else to say. "Callisto," she stated, and added after a pause, "and you're Hajime." There was only the hint of a question in her voice, feeling sure that she had the male's name correct.