There is a comfort in his presence so close to her own, his eyes watching her like a starving animal might look at a body of water. As if she was the sea and he was so thirsty but he knew that if he drank from it, he would die faster. Perhaps not an analogy she liked but it popped into her head all the same as she spoke with him and as her eyes soaked him in. It felt right with him but fate had attached them and that was to be expected. Unlike him, she did not experience a feeling of coming home, only because Sorcha had always felt at home anywhere she went. She had always felt a completeness with her connection to the world around her. With him near her she felt a sort of happiness that radiated out of her chest to encompass her whole being. It was the way fate worked, to thrust her from her home, to bring her all the way here and to find him. He was so lost and she was so found and together they might be able to mend anything.

Her tapered maw tilts to the side at his sigh and she cannot figure out if it is a good thing or a bad thing that he has never felt such a connection. It does not hurt her feelings, her wonder, only strives to make her figure him out. This lost boy before her. Then he speaks of an emptiness and her mossy eyes show a depth of sympathy, her lips turning only a fraction of an inch downward. "I cannot imagine such an emptiness. I hope that you should never have to experience that again." Her words are soft, sweet, musical as her eyes are shadowed beneath the hood of her lids, wishing him to feel her own empathy for him pouring across their bond. Whatever had caused him to feel such would be washed away, she would cleanse him.

She moves to him and catches the sound of his breath sucking in, her own lips tilting up in a secretive way as her eyes twinkle. If she touched his chest, she almost could bet that his heart would be like that of a birds, fluttery and fast. Hers was only slightly off kilter for Sorcha was so confident in herself - not the kind of confident that exuded power or sexuality but the kind of confident in one that knows what is right and what is good.

He doesn't answer her. He moves now and places his forehead against hers and she closes her eyes slowly before breathing deep. He smells of pines and of moss, the wilderness and the rocks, and he smells wonderful, she thinks. Gently she rubs her forehead against his, feeling the way their fur slides together and interlocks like the hands of a lover. Her nose brushes against his maw and then he finally begins to pull away and she opens her eyes. Bright - her smile is so bright that it might even bedazzle him.

"Not yet, but fate doesn't do things we understand in the beginning. It is the journey to that understanding that is the adventure of our life." Sorcha sits then, still with that bright smile and flashing green eyes. "There is a reason you came back when you did and a reason I was called to your voice. Fate has a hand in all things, Ramiel, and we cannot deny fate whatever it's intentions. I think it was time for you to come out of your emptiness, that is why you came."