It is not in her nature to be submissive... which is part of the reason that before she met Mugen she spent most of her time as a loner. She is an omega... a wolf who thinks for herself and follows only the lead of her own heart. However, then he had come along. He made her feel something... different... wanted. Appreciated was perhaps a strong word for it but none the less it was something close to it. He was stubborn, hard headed and full of snarky remarks and quick wit... but then again, so was she. He did not try to change her, did not try to confine her to the borders of Asteraia (though no doubt had he known she was going beyond Moladion that day to hunt he would have been right on her tail whining and bitching the entire time), even Halcyon and Aster welcomed her for who she was and did not try to force her to the mold of something different. It was they who shaped who she was becoming and it was their influence and her own heart that bid her submit now. She was desperate. She hated to think of herself as begging but in reality... in this moment... she was.

Azariah commented about the lateness of the hour and Faol'an could not stop the immediate response that fell from her lips. "The weight of the mind can be heavy when one tries to rest, regardless of the hour." she murmurs, biting off her words with an apologetic smile. She was not talking to Mugen. "Sorry." she breathes, waving her white and red tail back and forth in a friendly manner, hoping that her words did not offend the queen of moon and shadow.

However the woman seems to take no offense for she listens with intensity to Faol'an's words with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. It seemed as though her words were news to Azariah, but of what part she was not yet sure. She only hoped that in time, the desert land alphaess would divulge such information to her. Faol'an finishes with a desperate plea, and the silence that hangs between them is thick... at least it is for my red and white huntress. She felt as though her heart had stopped beating, as though her breath stayed caught within her throat, unable to force itself out for air. If Azariah turned her away now, she was sure that it would mean Mugen's death. He was weak, hurting... the smoke and ash that still hung in Diveen's air did not do his compromised lungs any favors either. Faol'an was not sure he would make it elsewhere...


But her fears seemed unfounded as Azariah speaks, assuring her that they could help. Relief floods through her as she releases a heavy sigh that she did not even realize she held within. They would help. "Thank you! Thank you" she repeats, over and over, the relief washing over her as she rises to allow Azariah space to move beyond her, following a respectful distance behind the queen. She mentions that she herself had once been a residence of Asteraia and this causes her pause. She should have recognized her... she did recall Arturio… but he had come a short time before she herself left to hunt beyond Moladion. "I did not realize that you lived in Asteraia. I left for the lands beyond Moladion not long after Arturio took the throne from Halcyon." she explains, concentrating on matching her steps to that of the lightening queen.


Faol'an wanted to know more, was eager to learn what news of Asteraia that perhaps Arturio and Azariah could tell her about the interlopers that she planned to hunt down and rip apart. All she knew were names that Mugen mentioned... but that wasn't enough for her. As she had told him, they needed more information. She didn't want to just kill them, she wanted to make them watch their world crumble first.

But her thoughts are pulled back to the present moment as Azariah inquires as to what it is the ails Mugen. To this she sighs heavily. "He claims it is a curse... but I do not believe in such a thing." she beings, pausing for a moment before continuing again, "His breath is ragged, his coughing deep and thick, shaking his entire body. He is feverish and often times drifts into hallucinations of a manner. I have tried feeding him to fight whatever this is off but it is not helping. He is still skin and bones and I fear without the help of a healer he will not last much longer." she finishes, pausing to step over a fallen tree, charred by the scorching fires. A reminder of what had happened here not all that long ago... and another reason that Faol'an felt a sense of respect and admiration for Azariah. She could have turned her away... no doubt her healer was needed for the members of their pack affected by the elements... but instead she offered assistance to two strangers. "I will do whatever you ask of me. If your healer can at least look at him... give him something that might help... I will serve you until our debt is paid." she breathes, her heart hanging upon each syllable of her words for she meant them truly..