He first offers her comfort through a gentle and soft nuzzle of his muzzle to her paws that lay across his own. And in truth, it brings more comfort than she thought could be possible. It was but a small area of contact, and yet it still felt as deep as a life line to her. She never wanted that connection to sever, to end, and has no desire to move any part of her body any time soon. And then while the tears are streaming down her face mid story, and he's watching her so closely with those stunningly blue eyes, his handsome features bright with concern- he shuffles his lean frame closer. Now, they are face to face with his creamy grey white skull near touching her own creamy beige. He searches her face for a moment, and after finding nothing but gladness and welcome, he leans forward to wash his warm pink tongue first across one cheek, then the other, and then the bridge of her nose.

These were all places that her salty tears had been just prior, and it takes her not a fraction of a moment to understand all of this. A shy and quite happy smile is slowly finding its way across her features, and she sighs pleasantly as a result and leans into his caressing touch. Reian can only wonder at his thoughts and his feelings in these moments, for how much more could he truly feel than she? She was almost desperate to know, but there were other things to be said and spoken of, and her delicate ears are eager and twitching when it came to the sound of his voice. His words are almost enough to make tears fall down her face again- almost, but instead she musters up her voice to give him a small "Thank you" before she delivered her curious question to his life and livelyhood. And as she waits for his answers, she studies his face very well for their newfound close proximity allows her to do just that. She finds that she adores each strand of wild and unkept fur that she can spy, and each colour flecked within that wasn't there before. He is a masterpiece everytime her violet eyes look at him, and Reian knows she will never, ever get enough of him.

Perhaps all of this and more is heightened for her due to the pain and the loss of her Father, but perhaps also that their bond had simply always been a strong one. In her family, only Sen and Hush had ever been wolves to find their imprints, and so she has never known a sibling to feel any particular way. Her parents werent imprints to each other, after all, though they shared a fierce love that Sen was loyal to until the very end. Hush, on the other hand.. Reian does not know, but she can only hope and wonder. Ryker tugs her mind out of where its wandered when he speaks of his brother and his mate, who he calls Cersei, and answers her very important question she had honestly almost forgotten about. It almost makes her glance down with embarassment- the sudden and extreme excitement she feels at the notion that he is unfact unmated. She felt that she had known it all along, but she had to know for certain if she were to, well.. continue feeling the way that she did. But instead of glancing down she keeps a fast and steady hold on his gaze to witness what might go on within.

There is hope that lingers there, and Ryker has more words for her which Reian intently listens to. Nodding first to herself, her polite and soft feminine voice is filling the air between them; there is not much air, after all, and it is the way she much prefers it. "Yes, they are well- as far as I know and that I hope. And.. no. No love to call my own. Yet." Excitement glows hot and dark within her violet irises, and a hope much similar to his own mirror back to him. She wonders and hope that he will catch the direction of her words, even if it is rather unlike herself to so called beat around the bush. The forest wolf is almost always one straight to the point, but it was not every day that a wolf sat face to face with that of their imprint and life bond. Before she could stop herself, her dark nose reached out to gently nudge his pale cheek and the thick, plush fur found there. Inhaling deeply, she enveloped herself in his scent and closed her eyes for a few moments before they opened to blink slowly several times. And then all at once she's blinking rapidly and chuckling nervously, her neck arching to pull her face away in embarassment as she tilts her features away from him.

"Ah.. sorry.." She attempts to begin, but, really, she has no excuse for herself. So, why not the truth? "I've been.. wanting to smell your fur and touch it for ages.." Reians voice was sheepish, but her expression was bright and clear as it turned back to him and offered him another smile. When she did so, she also gestured to their closeness and the fact that they were but a tongue lick away. "This seemed okay, so I thought it might be as well.." That was her best explanation that she could give him. Honesty was an important policy, and she hoped that he might feel the same. And beside that, she had more questions for him. Such as. "Have you ever been the the real forest?" Perhaps it seemed to be a little off topic, but to her, it was a part of her just as much as it was her home. Just as the sea was apart of him, to which she looked forward to visiting all too much.