Luma was quiet for a moment, this conversation having led her into emotions that she was prepared to be feeling, and it was also settling into her that she wasn't home, she couldn't just run away to hide in her room or just go tearing through the woods to let it all out as a wolf, either.

Her eyes didn't shift around for Eleanor this time, but just for perhaps a broader, more accessible escape.

"She seemed really...nice," Luma offered, "when I met her."

Too nice, honestly, in Luma's opinion, smelling of desperation so much that she almost wanted to gag. But, again, she wasn't about to tell Arden that.

And she couldn't help but wonder how much Kamala actually knew about Eleanor. What she could. What she'd done. Did anyone here really know her Would they still like her so much, if they did?

"But that's...good." Right? "That they're...adopting you? Family is...important. Even if it's also...complicated."

And, really, if Eleanor was serious in her relationship with Kamala, then that made Kamala family, too, and then by extension Arden, too...

But outsiders were dangerous for family...