The fire that had been in her blood had been soothed, cooled by his presence. If Onias, her Omen, had torn through the veil of the world then this male, she thought, had simply become part of that veil. Neither here nor there, but not the same here or there as the Omen. Opposites; life, death, magic, nature, balance. Ah, balance. Simply uttering the word within her mind made her heart slow to a steady thud, her toes flex. The red moon had truly brought about chance and now, she thought, she had begun to reap its rewards.
When he spoke, her attention was solely upon him; she drank in every word, grinned his grin, breathed a mm of agreement and amusement. Some would die and would rest and others would run wild, and some would come back, stay, or move about all forms of death. She wondered if he'd truly rest or he, like so many others, would come back to watch the land of the living.
With that, she moved to rest her head atop her paws. While he watched up at the sky and embraced the world around them, she stared up at him in awe, fascinated by having met somebody so close to the edge and yet so unafraid of what might wait for him after that final step.