She noted the reaction of the girl, eyes curious though that caution still remained. Demons were a fickle thing… and she hated it when they were alfresco for others in the nearby area to hear about. She didn’t mind sharing… but when they already knew? When they knew more than her? It was only natural for her to think the worst when it came to just who she was. Her eyes were wide, attentive as she held a defensive posture. Certain amounts of pain lingered deep in her eyes, memories almost flashing like a picture book, remembering the site… the attacks… the blood. She blinked a few times to brush the memories away, shaking the visible trouble out of her eyes with a couple shakes of her head.

Throak. The name did not sound familiar, but the date made her calm down significantly and the reasoning… the explanation and the fact that he’d left the Brook… it made her calm down significantly, her heart beating out of her chest almost as she waited, tension in her features, as she waited for that final news. Was it a last hope almost? She drew a deep breath and held it… and then Rue spoke again.

They… they lost? She’d almost expected it, because she knew how outnumbered they’d been… but part of her still thought, hoped… maybe some of them made it out… maybe… maybe some of them are still alive. She couldn’t give up hope just yet, her paws digging into the dirt as she looked down towards the ground, distress threatening her features, a slight tremor to her body as her jaw tightened, gritting teeth against teeth as she put everything into calming herself down, two more questions lingering as she looked up at her. “Did any… did any of them make it out…? Is Feorb Brook after me?” She needed to know… she just… she needed to know. She shouldn't have left... she shouldn't have left and then maybe she could have helped, made a difference.

She knew her presence would never make a difference... but what if it had?

She was holding it together for the most part, knowing that it was the probably end result… it didn’t make it that much easier… even with the good news that was delivered afterward, the news that should have made her happy… she remained tense, blinking back emotions from her eyes as she quickly looked towards the ground, not saying anything as she focused on keeping her features somewhat calm, taking a few steps back. The pain eventually slipped into her eyes as she looked at Ruenna. “I… ah-I’ve got to go.” Her words were rushed, almost panicked and definitely pained before she turned quick on her heels and took off in a random direction.

She couldn’t deal with it… she refused to. The demons she’d worried about for so long thought her dead or didn’t care if she was alive… but she’d lost her entire family and she’d run, leaving them with less of a fighting chance. She might not have liked fighting, but she’d been trained to do so for a reason, and she should have stood by them. She didn’t know what to think or how to feel, so she ran, fighting and biting back everything she thought she might be feeling in favor of just feeling the wind in her fur and blinking it all away, even if it was just for a little while.

-Lilya Exit-