Aara had been sitting, hunched several yards away, right on the edge of earshot. She had been looking up at the sky with an inscrutable faraway expression. "The sky is so big out here... deep, like a fathomless upside-down ocean." She suppressed a slight shiver before changing the subject with a smile.
"I- I am doing fine... but your pack seems like they've got the weight of the world on their shoulders. Maybe I should be the concerned one!"
A night moth landed on her hand. The tiny silent creature more stripes than a chain gang, with feathery waving antennae. Aara's glanced down at it before gently lifting the insect so that it was level with her. "If you do decide to stay at the White Ash, I would like that. You are all very different, but each of your pack is funny and kind."