The soft padding of footsteps came from the entrance of the cave, Juliet stopped herself from glancing, trying to catch a smell, but there were so many... Thomas? He couldn't see the gun, Juliet had no idea how he would react. What would she be doing rummaging through her bag? She stared, eyes wide into the bag, frozen, almost begging the bag for some idea. The glint of the silver gun caught her eye from behind a scarf and a hairbrush.<br/><br/>She rose with a sigh, running the purple brush through her way too long hair. "Everything alright, Thomas?" His air was different, worry, most likely. Not surprising, Juliet was worried too, who knew how everything would go, if the claws were done, if there was another attack, and now their numbers were stronger, although diluted. Julliet's eyes peered from behind strands of the deep auburn hair, worry plastered across her face as well. "Today's been a long day, when everyone gets back from patrol, we can build the fire up a bit, maybe have another one of our famous story times... It may do us some good." She tilted her head slightly, trying to gauge his reaction. "Or, if that's a no, I could just sing for the group, I know how you all love it... Was it you or Kakasha that likened it to torturing a cat?" She waved her hand, dismissing the rhetoric, fighting a smile. Her hair fell over her shoulder, and she looked from the alpha to the floor of the cave, unsure of what else to say, she tried to return the favor he had shown her, she had been so down for so long, the loss of her mate made life hell, but he, along with so many lifted her from that suffering despite their own. This was the least she could do.