He is hurting, and this Rhae can see clear as day. It brings the smallest hint of a frown to her fine, amazonian features, and a soft whine to drip past her lips. Laying her large skull down upon equally large paws, she continues to watch him as he watches her, considering her, and finally giving the gift in return that she had given him. Voltaire, and then Vague. She does not know either of the names, but she knows he is a Diveen wolf regardless, and she is content in this knowledge.

She is patient, as patience is something all souls must learn at some point or another, and she is quiet as she waits. Her bright eyes, so inquisitive in their nature linger on him for another moment, before politely wandering off to the side. When she does this, she takes in their surroundings and all things, noting the hue of the foliage, and how the fresh spring shoots are abundant at this point in time. Spring was truly upon them now, and with each day the warmth became more and more evident. But being as thick coated as she was, Rhae was one to rather enjoy the colder months more than the warmer ones. But Iblis, her heart and soul, he held a shorter, thinner one of his own, and she knew it would be all the more comfortable for him as well as their children.

Turning back to him upon the sudden sound of a whimper, followed by his voice, her gaze locks on his own, her head still upon her paws and her massiveness belittled in these moments. Size did not matter now, not between them, for all her mind was consumed with was the.. pain, the hurt in his tones and even his face. She wants to reach out to him, to hold him as she would her children if they were to ever hurt as much as this- but she refrains. They have, after all, only just met and she does not know his boundaries. Rhae is a respectful creature, and so settles to speech for now. "There are so many choices in life.. and we cannot always make the right ones." Her words are slow, spoken in her deeper than the average females voice, though it did not hinder her or take away any of her meaning.

"We cannot change our Fate, but we can meet with it if we so choose. You are the keeper of your own destiny, Volatire." Her teal irises blaze with ferocious intensity in these moments, her portrayl of herself more than genuine and sincere. "You can move foward and live, for them. Make the choices you want to- the right ones, for the good of your own self and the good of any other, should you so wish it." She smiles then, a tender and small, reassuring thing, in hopes that he might take kindly to her words. Only he could show her that.