Finrir turned her attention to the turkey, her mind watered at the thought of biting into it. The pie as sweet it was had only been a lie. She did not feel full mor as if anything had changed. Her gaze settled on the boy once again. His thought were so..straight forward. It angered her so. But there was something else within, a type of hope that wished to try and try again, if that would product results. Her eyes drooped as her left hand lifted to her right elbow, her head bowing quickly after. "Apologies. I..." She couldn't find the words. It didn't matter. Everything was so different now. Where. Where was she. She long for her scent, that sweet honeysickle splashed against authum. Her grip tightened as her head suckled.
"Could I ask of you a favor?"