A cure for all ills, or so they said. Desideria found the notion a bit harder to buy into. A little time hadn’t healed her ankle. She still moved with a limp, even if it didn’t hurt nearly as badly as it used to. Time hadn’t convinced Orin and his crew to let her go, either. So she did not trust the passage of time to make her more comfortable with strange wolves, nor did she trust the others to suddenly become her friends simply because they shared a living space. Quite frankly, she wasn’t sure if she wanted other friends. As good as it was to be welcomed home – where were they when she needed them the most?
Des gave herself a small shake, uninterested in dwelling on the questions that had no answers. All the same, she wasn’t expecting the small bomb Kajika had dropped on her, either. For a moment, all she could do was stare; it was a miracle she hadn’t dropped her jaw open in surprise. What should she say? The woman blinked once, and then twice, mouth opening and closing as her tongue refused to form any words. Before everything happened, she had harbored quite the…crush on her friend. But things weren’t the same.
No one came for her.
Her mouth clicked shit and the wolf cleared her throat, trying for the third time to actually make some words. “I-- But I’m not the same as I used to be,” she finally sighed, something cold and anxious pouring over the simmering heat deep in her chest. Abandonment could wait. “I can… I can tell. Like that jumpy stuff. I’m not the same.” She was silent for several moments.
“I was afraid you were gonna hate me, after everything…”