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?