His concern for her slams into her soon after she feels the rush of their joy intermingling. Eyelids sweep down across her emerald gaze as her mouths parts on a soft whoosh of breath for the relief of having him so close, after the way her heart had beat in fury and resentment earlier. Aithne is stuck between two worlds. The memory of the old one and the press of a hungry body above her, pushing her down down down into the dirt and tearing away her protection, and the memory of Kaius invading her country. Invading her, for Iromar was a part of her. The way her teeth had sunk into his flesh, disgusted by the vile smell and taste and the way his blood sat nasty in her stomach. She had wretched earlier, jaws wide and stomach spewing up its contents because she was so distraught. His death was well deserved. She had been sickened by knowing that he too now was in her and she had done it to purge herself.

Earlier she had thought that if Praetor appeared now - because her mind always tended to wander to what if moments involving the two of them - she could not bear his nearness. After all Praetor was male. She had begun to ease away from her remembered cruetly by the hands of one or the way they had made her feel disgusted. Violated. Yet here he was and all she could feel was an enveloping relief. It soothed her tense muscles until they ached with soreness. His scent was a toxin and a perfume, invading her and putting that demon to rest, and Aithne has a weird urge to touch him. To be close to him because she trust Praetor. He would never violate that trust.

As her eyes open once more she can see the stricken look on his face and hers tilts, forgetting for a moment the way her blood congeals on her face as she has not yet went to seek out Sen for his help. Aithne... we have come asking for shelter... are you okay? Shelter? Her eyes slide away from him for a moment, although her heart ricochets as they twist away from his comfort to slide across Vesper and Tesseract. "You know I would give you all shelter anytime. Anytime," she repeats softly as her eyes draw back to him to see the way his eyes flick to her wounds.

His nose twitches as he leans close to her and Aithne's ears flip back, her eyes close once more as her nose reaches out so sniff at his own muzzle but she does not touch. She is aware of eyes on them seeking and wondering and with that her eyes snap open once more and she jerks back. "Some. Vesper, Tesseract, there is an abandoned den a bit to the south of here. Just follow the path that you will find across that washed out stream bed over there. You are welcome to it and I will find out resident healer, Sen, a guest from Taviora and see if he will help you. Praetor.. will you come with me?" Her voice softens again at the end, her eyes suddenly wide and her heart begging him to come. She needed him now just as his family did and was it even right to ask this of him?

Assuming he says yes, Aithne turns away with a nod and smile to Vesper and her father and heads back the way she came. Each step she makes pounds into her, her body hyper-aware of the presence at her back. Once they are far enough away from the others maybe, just maybe, she will finally cave to her wants.