There were several expressions that slid over her features after he finally came out with “it”.<br/><br/>The first was more of a frozen expression, the one she’d sported just before his exclamation, but hardened. Questioning made itself home in the golden hues of her eyes as she questioned that she’d heard him correctly. This went on for some time as her mind played it out over and over, trying to come up with suitable alternatives for what she’d heard.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I’ve a bare wolf.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I’m a hairy…wolf.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Buy a hair wolf.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I malware woof…?</span><br/><br/>But, after exhausting what she could think of, the expression shifted to one of disbelief. Even if she had no other explanation for what he’d said, it seemed too incredible to be what he’d actually said. What sort of thing was that to say?<span style="font-style: italic">“I’m a werewolf.” …Right…Maybe all that time in the woods messed with his mind. Maybe he’s hallucinating…</span>came another thought.<br/><br/>That expression, too, left her face for a confused, concerned, and slightly hurt look. It started in her eyes, melting outward from there into the rest of her face. The brows that had been pulled together in disbelief were now even further into the center of her brow, head leaning forward as a hand reached up to push back hair that wasn’t there, struggling with the proper words to convey her lack of understanding.<br/><br/>“…Eidhin, what are you talking about?”