Aimee gave Elann her full attention at the call of her name. What they were discussing was all too important to the she-wolf, and so she listened to what the Benshira had to say on the matter all the more. What Elann did say Aimee nodded to, having made her own observations and inferences enough to find them accurate. There was a great amount of patience and caution in Aimee, hence why she was handling the conversation so well. The same couldn’t be said about Noah in such situations.

“Forgiveness is a hard thing to get,” Aimee told Elann. “Noah doesn’t get upset easily; he doesn’t yell, he doesn’t really get angry, or didn’t until recently - I’m not sure anymore. I suggest you just leave it alone for now; you can’t start over, but I don’t know when you’ll be able to make it right.”

Aimee didn’t even know if Elann could make it right at all, but she kept that to herself in order to give Elann some kind of hope. “I’m sorry I can’t help more; I’m just not him and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. He won’t talk to me about it in order to defend you, regardless of what he’s feeling,” she informed.

Aimee leaned back as well, resting her book in her lap, her thumb still there. Sighing, she said, “I’m surprised he’s stuck around this long. The bond must mean too much to him because he’s usually done and over these things by now.” Looking to Noah, her eyes fluttered over his curly hair and how his head was slightly tucked underneath the blanket. “I think his last bond destroyed him to the point where he won’t be able to take another breaking. There’s that, and I’m sure he loves you beyond anyone’s understanding.”

She let out another labored sigh and opened her book, flipping through pages with no aim other than to hear the sound of paper on her skin.