[ Lauralae's eyes are drawn to the streak of red, to the stain of it on the other woman's legs, her eyes widening as she gazes. It is like blood, and it draws her in, makes her wish for the coppery taste, for the metal in her throat and the way that it might burn down her throat. The passion of it surprises her - though, perhaps it ought not to, given her nature, given the beast that lives inside her, wishing to be more wolf than girl time and time again.

Instead of allowing herself to focus on it, she closes her eyes and lets Alia do as she best pleases, breathing out and huffing out a little sound. ]

You have always made things easy for me. It has always felt easy, and right.

[ Lauralae does not think herself falling in love with Alia, does not imagine herself with such tenderness, but there is a companionship and warmth there that floods her, makes her feel more at ease. Understood, perhaps, with an empathy that is foreign to so many others.

Closing her eyes, she tries not to let the emotions pain her too much, the sudden weight of a heart she had tried her utmost to forget. ]

I am still a child in the eyes of my people. I wish to be strong, as strong as I can be, to have the power to take what I want and claim my position. That is all I wish for, Alia. For power, and my vengeance.