She was spotted before she could move to try and escape: catching sight of her across the room, Allison wove her way over to greet Tris with a broad smile and a hand squeezing her shoulder warmly. She'd kind of gotten the vibe off of Tris that made her think she wasn't real comfortable with contact, but Allison was relatively tactile before coming to Darrow, and had only gotten moreso since her arrival. Touch kept the pack connected, it was that tiny piece of the wolf that was still alive inside her skull...it made her feel safe with her loved ones.
"You made it...and this? You could not have brought anything more perfect." she beamed, leaning over to breathe in the big, healthy loaf of bread. "Wow, did you make this? It smells divine! It'll be a hit with the beef bourguinon I made."
She was about to compliment her shoes (she secretly thought they might look good with her vigilante costume, she wanted a pair for herself), when she spotted the fact that Tris's fingers were wrapped in medical tape. Her smile instantly died as she gently took Tris's hand in hers.
"Oh my God...Tris! Did something happen, or was this an accident?" she asked, meeting her gaze with a mixture of open concern and a kernel of something promising righteous anger if she got an unpleasant answer.
If someone hurt her friend, any of her friends...the Alpha would find them.
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She was spotted before she could move to try and escape: catching sight of her across the room, Allison wove her way over to greet Tris with a broad smile and a hand squeezing her shoulder warmly. She'd kind of gotten the vibe off of Tris that made her think she wasn't real comfortable with contact, but Allison was relatively tactile before coming to Darrow, and had only gotten moreso since her arrival. Touch kept the pack connected, it was that tiny piece of the wolf that was still alive inside her skull...it made her feel safe with her loved ones.
"You made it...and this? You could not have brought anything more perfect." she beamed, leaning over to breathe in the big, healthy loaf of bread. "Wow, did you make this? It smells divine! It'll be a hit with the beef bourguinon I made."
She was about to compliment her shoes (she secretly thought they might look good with her vigilante costume, she wanted a pair for herself), when she spotted the fact that Tris's fingers were wrapped in medical tape. Her smile instantly died as she gently took Tris's hand in hers.
"Oh my God...Tris! Did something happen, or was this an accident?" she asked, meeting her gaze with a mixture of open concern and a kernel of something promising righteous anger if she got an unpleasant answer.
If someone hurt her friend, any of her friends...the Alpha would find them.