On some level she understood what he meant.  Her wolf was not that dark creature and though she often thought of it as a separate entity, it was a deep part of her.  A purer, instinctual form.  Vara continued to help clean him up, even after a hunt and a kill, she did not relish being covered in blood in her human form and the wretching led her to believe that he did not enjoy it either.  She paused when he said it was growing stronger, lifting an eyebrow, her expression both curious and concerned.<br/><br/>“It didn’t attack me, so I guess that’s good.”  She shrugged and offered him the rag.  “Did it want to?  Or was that you holding it back?”  The question hung in the air for a second before she waved a hand.  “Actually, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”  It was not a completely true statement.  In all reality, Vara only wanted to know if the creature had avoided attacking her with some kind of purpose.  If it was just luck or Geraint’s human will...<br/><br/>She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts from her mind.  The world suddenly felt a lot more lonely.  In the last few days, it had seemed as if it was her and Geraint against impossible odds, and now she knew that could be over at any moment.  No wonder he held such a nihilistic view of the world if that was the kind of thing that loomed over his shoulder.<br/><br/>“We should get you cleaned up and then we should keep moving.  That was a trap, but it didn’t just seem like a “catch dinner” trap.  Those people seemed scared of something or someone.”