Kyrie emerged with damp white hair and fresh clothes. She bothered to put on a nice red blouse from her closet and white slacks instead of opting for the military look today.
Perhaps chosen to project competence. A return to normal… or just a reminder of who she is to others. Not ceremony, but still a message and ritual in the choice.
Her Beta straightens, but hesitates in the motion. The witch also grows a stillness to her that I expect is both of them realizing the difference between us.
That I have not returned the marking.
But when I'm looked at again by the elderly woman, like she's comparing two people? I get the feeling in my heart that she is not so concerned with that, but something more.
"Alpha. You look... rested this morning."
"Sleeping in a bed, instead of in snow piles or in caves, usually helps with that."
