She listens to his words intently, but there is a gnawing feeling that has begun to creep along her spine. She cannot place it, but she knows it has to do with her imprint, her soul, her life and bond- her Iblis. The large wolf is fidgiting, she knows, but she does her best to remain still and relaxed before him. His words are taken in for all they were worth, and they are more than understandable. He has a good heart, this Rhae can see, but he is torn and hurting. He blames himself for the deeds commited past, and while it was true that he should face his consequences- it did not mean he had to beat himself up about it. And after so long? As it seemed to be, from the way that he spoke. Watching him still, though itching to move, she is quick with her words, though no less gentle. "The most you can do is let them know that. How sorry you are. You cannot beat yourself up forever, Voltaire.."

Her murmured words trail off as her mind is distracted still- pain, an immense pain that is not hers is happening. How, she does not know. And she doesn't feel it. But she knows it. With a sharp glance to the dark male across from her, her words are rushed and unlike her usual demeanor- hasty and almost in a state of panick. "My friend I am sorry, but I must go. I will come to Diveen- I will seek you out and you will.. find a friend in me." With a small and albiet sad smile upon her features, the large creme, chocolate and russet sprinkled wolf is pushing her large frame up, a last glance toward her new friend with her bright irises before turning to the southwest of her forested home. He is far away, she knows from learning the bond inside and out- but if she hurries, she might still be able to make it. She might still be able to save him.