Her brow furrowed.  He looked uneasy, but she did not fell an immediate threat.  If anything, she felt fatigue.  She pulled the pills he had given her out of her bag as she set it down and looked at them.  She was not to the point where she needed them yet, but she was anxious about the whole thing.<br/><br/>“Yeah, we should be.”  She agreed.  Vara gestured for him to follow her, and she led him to a back room.  It was dusty, but there was a bed in the middle of the room, this time the bed was big enough that they could both lay on it comfortably, which was almost disappointing to her since it was unlikely she would be resting on it.  Though...They might be able to fill their time with other activities.<br/><br/>“So when did you notice that you weren’t like the other werewolves?”  She asked.  He had said he did not talk much about it, but she kind of assumed he had never had someone to talk to it about.  The witches did not seem the sort to settle down for tea and ask him how his day had been. If they were in this together, she wanted to support him.  To help him.<br/><br/>“Blackvayne almost sounded...impressed with you.  He rarely sounds like that.’