From the shelter of Atticus’ side Siya nodded, her face grave and her eyes full of thick emotion for which she had no real name. It wasn’t sadness she was feeling, she was happy for Veti, happy for Max or Thad or whoever. But things were different, unsettled and that wasn’t even including the upheaval of the crone-werewolf’s words. She knew what Ragnarök was, she was more well-read as an immortal than she had been as a mortal courtesy of living with Veti. But that was a big problem, an overwhelming one and for all that the immediate problem of changes and such were painful and personal, they felt more approachable. So for now she would let herself focus on that. Ragnarök could wait, at least a little. 

Or not. She knew her thoughts were silly, that time moved for all that she was static within it. But she just didn’t want to face it just yet. So she tried to meet the bubble-gum reaper’s eyes and covey some of what she was feeling but the reaper was having none of it, looking away and happily turning to Henry whose own quip to Atticus had been both thrilling and insulting. She wanted to brood not sulk. 

“It’s nothing. It’s everything. I don’t know.” She said softly and nuzzled into his side and then worried that she was too clingy, that she took too many liberties with his person. His face registered affection but she was still too new at this to assume anything. She loosened her grip so that he could pull away if he wanted but then she worried he would think she was stepping away because she didn’t want to be there. She realized the loop her thoughts were going in and slumped. Maybe Ragnarök was a simpler subject to handle after all.

“I think I am a terrible friend, I wasn’t certain that they would be able to get Max back. I was certain I couldn’t live through losing Veti again. It has been a very hard year and I didn’t think I had anything left to give. But now, now they are back and I feel like I have been faithless and that I will deserve their scorn. But I know full well just now I am not even on their radar, I am outside their thoughts and while that is a comfort, that is also a pain. I am ever outside of peoples thoughts.” 

She paused and realized she was being rather more forthcoming that she normally was, not even with Veti who could read her like no one else and who had never needed the words that seemed to be pouring from Siya without stop. Her china-doll’s face scrunched up into a rueful expression as she looked up at him, a strange vulnerability in her eyes. 

“I make a terrible vampire.” She said in her husky accented voice. “I sulk when I should brood and I am afraid of so much that is inside of me now. I think that I need more scotch and distraction but I think also that I not be given the time.” She said the last as she watched the crone-wolf come out from the private quarters of the founders.