He was entirely too taken aback by this girl. So much had just come at him in just a breath he was struggling to place it all in his mind and in his thoughts. As much as he tried to streamline everything and place it where he needed it to go, the overwhelming desire was to see the face again. Just for a second. Just to see again. More importantly, to see her face. His sadness at the disappearance of the vision clung to the back of his mind, insisting to be present even as his attention refocused back onto the physical of the girl in front of him.

Behind the glaze his eyes shifted and twitched, as if they themselves were trying to move his thoughts and obey her demand. He took a breath and tried to steady his thoughts and slow his mind. It took him a moment to try to understand what had happened. His parents had talked about it, they had embodied it. It was common knowledge amongst wolves who had been born to the older families of Moladion, and few families were older than his. He had Imprinted on her and his heart broke. Never would he have wished to fate someone with the curse of Imprinting on him. The sight the fires had taken from him had rendered him useless and weak. He could not stand beside an Imprint and protect them as would have been his calling. He could never be what she needed, and he could never be what she wanted. His soul sobbed with his unforeseen failure and his desire to make it better for her. If he could have, he would have tried to find a better Imprint, a better man, to stand beside her.

I was thinking of how I can try to get home… he answered, voice losing its stuttering in his determination to be..anything...worthwhile to her. Even if it only meant to answer her questions. Until she touched on the one that was obvious and painful. His face turned away from her, his weakness clear and obvious as the scars that shined in his fur. Yes, I am. Myrhh got to his feet, shaking the water from his pelt. He glanced back at her, his head ducked. I am from Diveen. If you could just point me in the right direction, I can find my way. He was snorted at some of her words. He would never ‘obligate’ her to do anything for him. As broken as he might be, it would never be his place to burden her. It was his place to attempt to lift burdens from her. The young healer took a deep breath and sighed out. Knowing nothing of Vasily, not even her name, he felt it was his moral duty to break the news of fate to her. But first, my name is Mryhh… I don’t know for sure, but I am afraid I may have Imprinted on you. His head ducked lower. I am sorry. I wish I had more to offer you. Please, what can I do for you?