[She doesn't think anything of talking about how she was turned because she's used to everyone already knowing. They'd taken her in, after all. They'd known the circumstances and dealt with the guilty party, a rogue who had happened upon a beach bonfire party when the weather had turned warm enough for it. She'd spent the first month or two coping with the trauma and drastic changes in her life through an almost alarming determination to learn everything she could about what she'd become. What the feelings inside her meant, the wolf that she shared her life with now, and the way it would change her future. It had been easier to look forward than linger on the fear she'd felt, the pain she'd endured, and that certainty at the time that she'd die in the prime of her life.
It's her first time talking about it with someone outside of her pack, and she hadn't expected it to affect Asil this way. To affect his wolf the way it apparently has. So she holds back her comments about baptism and pools, and a quip about not having packed a bikini in light of the weather up in Montana. Instead she takes in the changes in his body language. His stillness. His change in volume and tone. The way he stares forward as his focus draws inward. Her own wolf stills, sensing that something is amiss. Something Eun herself would not have noticed if she were still human.
She does not step away, nor does she step forward. She does not reach for Asil, but neither does she take a defensive pose. With someone she knew better, a friend, she might lay a hand at their shoulder, might encourage them to take her hand or something to help reinforce the fact that she's fine. Not knowing Asil or what might trigger a negative response, she finds herself relying on gut instinct instead.
When she speaks, it's low and quiet, with the same sort of smooth, brandied tones she gets when staying up late on the phone. Her words are unhurried and steady.]
I endured hurt and I survived. I became stronger, and faster, and better equipped to defend myself and others in the future. And the wolf who hurt me is long dead and I am here and safe. [There is no threat, and though Asil worries about hurting her, about losing control, Eun speaks without any doubt that it will not come to pass. Her words are for not just Asil but for his wolf as well, hoping to help soothe him even as her own feels restless inside.] Have you ever run through seafoam on the beach before, Asil?
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It's her first time talking about it with someone outside of her pack, and she hadn't expected it to affect Asil this way. To affect his wolf the way it apparently has. So she holds back her comments about baptism and pools, and a quip about not having packed a bikini in light of the weather up in Montana. Instead she takes in the changes in his body language. His stillness. His change in volume and tone. The way he stares forward as his focus draws inward. Her own wolf stills, sensing that something is amiss. Something Eun herself would not have noticed if she were still human.
She does not step away, nor does she step forward. She does not reach for Asil, but neither does she take a defensive pose. With someone she knew better, a friend, she might lay a hand at their shoulder, might encourage them to take her hand or something to help reinforce the fact that she's fine. Not knowing Asil or what might trigger a negative response, she finds herself relying on gut instinct instead.
When she speaks, it's low and quiet, with the same sort of smooth, brandied tones she gets when staying up late on the phone. Her words are unhurried and steady.]
I endured hurt and I survived. I became stronger, and faster, and better equipped to defend myself and others in the future. And the wolf who hurt me is long dead and I am here and safe. [There is no threat, and though Asil worries about hurting her, about losing control, Eun speaks without any doubt that it will not come to pass. Her words are for not just Asil but for his wolf as well, hoping to help soothe him even as her own feels restless inside.] Have you ever run through seafoam on the beach before, Asil?