( Abella shakes her head as she sits, one leg tucked under herself, the other hanging off the side of the bed. She looks a little in shock, actually, and stays in silence as she sorts through her thoughts, the memories of their first conversation. )

Wulfhold. ( A realisation. ) The sacred wolf that your community and your home is named after.

( Gently, she catches Astrid's wrist. She'll catch her gaze, as well, if she can. )

Don't diminish how important this is. My world having-- the things I saw doesn't mean that anyone else's hurts don't matter, or that something short of a murder festival isn't painful or terrible.