In the beginning, she had dutifully followed Heyel and his teachings. However, things had slowly changed. It was difficult for her to pinpoint the exact time or place that she had grown curious about it all rather than hostile. Whenever it was, it had lead to where she was now: a black sheep of sorts, paired with a wolf that would have otherwise have been marked for death by Heyel and those very same teachings. In fact, at one point or another, Rogue had been marked for death - by Ava, no less. It had made her realize just how folly it seemed to unquestionably remove those with different... behaviors from the world without considering other options. Couldn't they help them? Couldn't something be done? She still believed that. It had been what had drawn her to Covet in the first place and, now, it had drawn her back to him now in the crags.

She had cut across his path and yet, she wasn't entirely sure what she had to say. She just knew she had to find him now, while she still could. Who knew when he would slink off into the great yonder again, right? He could be gone the very next day. It didn't matter if she was unprepared - it had to be done. Of course, it had came as a small shock that he had gotten the first words in, words that made Malina sigh a little. She supposed she shouldn't have been shocked. He had always had that self hatred streak, or whatever it was.

"Did doing that work for you?"

She couldn't help but let a bite into her words, her brow raised as she stepped back, giving him the slightest bit of room to at least get somewhat comfortable. After all, she didn't want to give enough leniency to be able to take his own advice. While she had him here, he wasn't going anywhere. He had left before, and it had done nothing. One child had vanished just like him and the other... well, that's why Malina had come really. Perhaps they might have both abandoned the girl in a way, or at least by definition, but that didn't make her any less their responsibility. Brooke wasn't going to do anything any time soon and neither was Beowulf. That fell onto Covet and Malina, it seemed.

"I'm going to assume you haven't forgotten about your daughter." She paused for a moment, watching over his expression closely before continuing, her voice low. She had to be straight to the point, after all. "It doesn't matter if you have. What matters is that she - or at least, her blood - hasn't forgotten you." Let that sink in, let him think over it. If her suspicions had been correct then him understanding their situation was important. She needed to understand him so they could work to do... something, anything, about Melek.