.||. Torrae .||.
Torrae sighed softly in relief as he relaxed, a small grin forming on her muzzle. Everything was okay, for now. As long as no one was yelling, she could help some how. She was going to say hello to the fae who had seemed frightened, but she was already gone, having disappeared into they trees. "You gonna be alright?" She asked Weston, her eyes studying his for uneasiness and anger.