He wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. It wasn’t so much he didn’t think he wasn’t worth anyone’s time it was more that he was surprised to see someone who had never seen him before was making time to try and learn more about him personally like this. Granted, he also didn’t see the reason why she would, she would regret it someday he was sure, once she knew what he was. A monster. For the moment, he didn’t want to betray too much of what he was. Do that he would die, and while he thought he was probably better off that way. Still, his desire to live and his conflicted, painful, feelings of what he was and how he didn’t want to be that way showed through. There was any number of reasons why he could be depressed, upset and thing he was a walking disaster. He just couldn’t put on a mask right now. She began asking him questions about himself though, family, and his name, and he was starting honest.

She understood someone was here that knew him, now if she asked who it was he would have no way of showing that unless they went to her densite and showed him herself. After all there was no plant or anything that he could show Avery to say the name ‘Adrian’ after all. She seemed to understand maybe what he had meant when he had shook his head then nodded though. At the very least she might understand he wasn’t completely on his own here. He had stayed to protect his sister, Whisper, when she was here as a prisoner, when she left though Hemlock stayed because he thought he was better off here than he was in Taviora. Or at least, belonged more here. Plus, Adrian was still here, and what better to wolf to protect her from monsters than another monster? She continued though asking if he had joined or run off because of Blackthorne. No, the very thought of the male made him prickle and be angry. He was… terrible. Running off his mother my threatening his sister. If he could eat anyone he wished it could be him. He would probably be the foulest wolf meat he would ever eat in his life, but it would be one scourge off the planet. Hemlock though just waited to see what else she would ask him then came a question he had expected.

He lead her to the plant he knew was near. Thankfully she seemed to know it’s name. Hemlock. He gave a firm nod to confirm she was right. Thankfully though he was ready for the next part, sort of. He did compare himself to this plant, but that was his secret. He tilted his head slightly acting a little confused before shaking it. After all his mom didn’t name him after the poisonous plant, but the evergreen. Something that constantly looked full of color and life, even in winter. Still he did relate to it, but he let it go. She didn’t know him well enough, but one follow up with Adrian would be enough to tell her that he had a lot of things to be unhappy about. Going from a prince to nothing and not even having your blood family around made things hard after all. He didn’t want Iromar’s blood soaked throne though, he was just as content being on the side lines. His mom before they had left said the land was cursed after all. She had tried hard to shake the lands of it, but even she had failed. Maybe Avery would succeed. Finally allowing for the throne to pass and last without a death happening.

She sighed though, looking at the plant before she launched into telling her own life’s story. Saying she was born here a long time ago, even before his own parents had been alive. Hemlock knew nothing of Andras, he had heard of the Demons, but mostly how his great grandfather had fought in the war with them, and that they had lost. Other than that he knew nothing. She continued explaining that she had been abandoned by her mother and even her siblings scattered. Hemlock really was the one who left, he had chosen it, it still was… not pleasant though. He could imagine not choosing it would be even worse. His isolation was self inflicted after all. Instead it seemed that Andras this Demon had raised her. Demon sounded so unpleasant, was he really that bad of a wolf? He wondered.

The story ended with her saying he was better than he gave himself credit for and his ears flicked back and he gave a bit of a snort. She didn’t know what he was, he was locked in here unable to explain or say anything. Ever. She didn’t know, but he tilted his head slightly and looked uncertain. She was so sure he was better than he thought he was, part of him wished he could tell her to prove it. What had he done to make himself worth being around? He wanted to live, but he wasn’t able to protect his sister, the monster that ruined Iromar still was alive and at large and what could he do? Nothing. Part of him was tired of doing nothing, the other part just wanted to crawl back into his den and stay there and away from others. He wasn’t sure where to go from here, but he was certain that Avery would have more to ask of or about him.