She'd take what he'd offer, helping him with the evidence that he was indeed a skilled hunter, and an even better promise-keeper than she thought. In the transfer, they brushed up against one another, a contact that Aelia had not felt outside of her own twin since Cyrus, and she smiled softly to herself. Muscle lined underneath the game that he swung over him, more proof that he was an adequate hunter — not that she needed anymore than what he'd shown her already. Really? More? She'd ask, a sparkle in her eye. He seemed as skilled as Cyrus, maybe even more so.

More than something, thank you, Lykaon. It had been just Amaris, Fiora, and her that remained in the Respite for now... Maybe more would come home in these coming weeks of their lake being cleansed of the purple ooze that had plagued it. She could say 'thank you' a hundred times over to the male, and it wouldn't have come close to the gratitude she felt. She was not as skinny as when they met; her trip to the Wastes provided more food than home had recently, but that was not the case for others.

Aelia started to walk back towards the center of Elysium, her eyes catching on him when he did not move past the borders of her home. Come on, you don't need to worry, you are a friend of mine, aren't you? She asks, a little glint in her eye, to accompany that little smile curved into the edges of her lips. You are very kind, I can see that, Even if he could not see what she did, the warm glow of a brown, soothing aura that ebbed around him (or so what her mind conjured up), And any good wolf would repay a kind man, right? She asked, a hint of mischievousness to her voice.