Arya found herself thankful at her chance encounter with Matteo today. Maybe it was dumb luck that he had stumbled upon her sulking on the beach, or perhaps fate had a hand in making it so their paths crossed, either way Arya didn't care. Her companions steadfast patience and kind disposition never wavered as she found herself rambling on, practically unable to stop herself from spewing those strings of thoughts and worries out for him to see. The hesitation she had felt to share simply seemed to melt away, replaced instead with a sense of ease as she listened to Matteo's gentle advice. The tight feeling in her chest released, and suddenly she could breathe again. She found it strange, Arya was so used to having to sift through her thoughts and feelings on her own, all those days spent staring out passed the coastline alone, that being able to vent to another so willing to listen felt refreshing. And even though they were only discussing one of the issues that plagued her, it felt like a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

The WereSeal listened intently as her companion spoke, eyes staring off into the distant deep blue of ocean water as her mind worked to make sense of his advice. Any lingering thought that the fae would not be able to assist her in making the right decision quickly vanished, if anything Matteo was one of the best individuals she could seek advice from on this topic; despite not being a Were himself, his ties to Tetradore and the air of wisdom that he possessed allowed him to give sound advice. Deep down, Arya already knew the truths that Matteo spoke, she just hadn't been able to hear them over her own worries. Some of it seemed so terribly obvious, and yet it was always easier to find these answers with the help of an outside source rather than searching alone. Yes, she would be different in some ways, and perhaps even in a lot of ways from the other members of the pack, yet that didn't mean they wouldn't accept her, and that didn't mean she wouldn't share just as many similarities with the other members. Hell, Arya already knew of one member, the confident woman she had met that one day in the Ark's bar. They were two vastly different creatures and personalities, and yet they had gotten along, perhaps they could even become good friends if Arya joined the pack and got to know her better. Yet, even knowing all these answers to her worries, it was hard for the young woman to stare into the face of unknown and uncertainty. She had always been a timid girl, bravery a trait she had always struggled to possess.

Matteo's jokes about a member of Tetradore's own pack, his beta no less, quickly helped shift the mood into one more lighthearted and humorous. The woman was absolutely baffled by the knowledge of the antics the other Were had attempted, and even still she had no idea just how strange this individual could be. It reminded her a lot of the antics the teenage boys at her old highschool used to get into, immature but otherwise harmless and amusing. Arya's insistence then that boys would be boys seemed to amuse her companion, who agreed that the phrase was very true while simultaneously mentioning his knowledge of many phrases. Somehow, the WereSeal did not doubt for a moment just how many phrases Matteo knew, that curiosity and suspicion of her companion's age still lingered within her mind once more left unasked. This lighthearted moment was fleeting however, before his mention of family quickly drew her mind back into thought and her eyes once more cast towards the sea.

Truthfully, family was a tough topic for the young woman. It's not like she had a terrible upbringing, they were well off and she always felt loved and provided for, yet there were still moments that left the bond between her and her parents as frail as a single thread. Their constant smothering and overbearing insistence, outright demands, that she, as the only child, take over the family business had helped push her further and further from them. They had seen her dreams lingered elsewhere and they refused to support her. Added with the actions of her uncle that they still remained unaware of, she had felt herself drifting farther and farther away, this move to Sacrosanct only solidifying these feelings. But this was not blood family they were discussing, this was a family Arya could decide on for herself. It seemed like such a forgein concept to the WereSeal, to be able to decide who she called family rather than being forced into one where the ties were knotted and frayed to the point that she didn't feel as though she'd ever be able to untangle herself from them. Tetradore's pack stood as an opportunity, an opportunity for freedom she had only begun to taste by moving to Sacrosanct alone. With them, she could find a new family, and truly begin to build a life that she wanted to live, not feel chained any longer. She just had to find the courage to make the leap, push herself well outside of what she was comfortable with.

Finding the courage was one thing, it was a whole other issue to actually go about asking Tetradore though. She couldn't help but wonder aloud at the best way to ask, it wasn't exactly something she was confident in. There was no guide book, or even instinctual knowledge for Weres on how to go about joining another's pack. Usually packs were family units, all of the same species. This was different. In her moments of thought, she accidentally lets slip the events from months ago, unaware how strange and concerning it might sound to talk about how she had been, quite literally, bleeding to death on Tetradore's doorstep.

The young woman is quick to offer a lighthearted version of the events of that night, even going so far as to show off the scar that lingered on her flesh with a joke about how her image would surely change from fragile to one of toughness. Matteo's own insistence that it did indeed make her look as if she would be feared made Arya laugh. At the time, it had been so scary, and now she could laugh and joke about it so easily. "They should have already been scared of me, I mean come on, just look at me," she joked, trying to quickly make herself look tough and mean but her composure quickly failed and she was back to laughing, sweet, innocent, couldn't harm a fly Arya once more. "Ok so maybe i'm still not very intimidating but atleast i'm not as boring anymore and have a cool story I can tell," she said with a grin, wrapping her arms around her legs once more. Perhaps she had thrown herself under the bus a little by admitting she was boring, but it wasn't exactly untrue. Being stabbed by a harpoon and nearly bleeding to death was probably the most interesting thing that had happened to her in her 26 years of life.

The smile that lingered on her lips vanished quickly as Matteo mentioned that the best way to ask Tetradore would be to just find him and ask...but that she would be unable to go to the Ark because it had sunk. Arya was shocked, and it was evident as she turned more towards Matteo looking at him in almost disbelief. It had sunk!? The most alarming thing was that she hadn't noticed a massive ship gone from the harbor, or even heard anything about it at all. God she felt like she lived under a rock. "Is everyone ok? Did they all make it out?" she asked with an urgency, worry written across her face and her amber gaze filled with sadness for people she did not know. She can't imagine how scary that must have been, to have your home and belongings destroyed and there was nothing they could do to stop it but watch as the life they had built drifted to the bottom of the sea. "I can't imagine what they're all going through right now," she said softly, her eyes were cast down now, her mind trying to think of something, anything she might be able to do to help them and that maybe right now was not the best time to join them while they try to piece their lives back together.

Thankfully, as Matteo kept talking, it became apparent that everyone made it out okay and that there would eventually be another Ark for them to call home, however for now the members of Tetradore's pack were scattered. It allowed the young woman to release a small, quiet sigh of relief, her body posture relaxing once more. If any of them needed a place to stay, while she didn't have a lot in terms of apartment space, Arya did have a couch one of them could sleep on in the meantime. She also had extra clothes she could give to any of the female pack members if they needed some. Perhaps she would bring this up with Tetradore when she met with him...at the inner sanctum cafe or downtown bakery. How curious that those were the places he was currently frequenting. She smiled at Matteo's insistence that if Tetradore gave her a hard time, to just tell him Matteo sent her. Somehow she doubted he would give her a hard time, but she'd certainly keep it in mind if the Were king started to get a little grumpy or impatient; though she could hardly fault him if he was either of those towards her, Arya could only guess the amount of stress he was currently going through since the loss of the Ark.

Just as she's about to open her mouth to thank Matteo for both his advice and letting her know where to find Tetradore, does she turn and catch a glimpse of her companion's eyes...changing color? Arya blinked slightly, almost as if she didn't believe what she had seen. Had his eyes been red for a second? No, there was no way, perhaps it was just merely the glare from the sun or some other reasonable factor that would make his normal silver hue look so undeniably crimson. Before she can even process what she saw, he is talking once more as if nothing happened. For a moment she is convinced she is crazy, but then his words...Matteo was telling her exact times, days, and places for when she could find Tetradore next. Her eyebrow arches and her amber gaze looks at him curiously now, he could probably see her brain trying to piece together what just happened. She knew so little about the fae before him outside of the obvious, like his french heritage, or what he had mentioned to her. One of the things she didn't know were his powers. Did he just tell her the future? Could he see what the future held for people? That would explain some things about his mannerisms in the very least. She thinks quietly for a moment, yet vocalizes none of these questions. It wasn't her place to ask, if he wanted to tell her he would, and, realistically, this wasn't that important of information for her to know. Instead she brings her mind back to the topic at hand, trying to remember the days and times he said.

She smiles thankfully, any trace of that quiet curiosity buried once more. "Thank you for letting me know. I'll write those down so I don't forget," she says with a thankful smile, not even the smallest amount of doubt in her voice about his information. A small, slender hand then reaches down to her shorts, quickly slipping her phone from her pocket. Arya was always so busy with work, if she didn't write it down in her calendar, she would likely forget. It also wouldn't hurt to see if she was available either of those days, or if she would need to call off in order to go track down Tetradore. Amber eyes flickered down to the screen as she went to unlock it, her body almost instantly tensing and color draining face so suddenly as she noticed a slew of text messages from a number not saved into her contacts but burned into her memory. For a moment, she looked nauseous, her entire demeanor having so suddenly shifted from being laid back just moments ago to one of tension and fear. Those other worries she had managed to bury in Matteo's presence so quickly resurfaced as she swiped the messages away without reading it, scrambling to find some semblance of composure, though she doubted this small lapse would go unnoticed by her companion.

Arya released the breath that had been stuck in her throat, trying to force a smile like nothing had happened, but it was...less than believable. She quickly went to her phone's calendar, inputting the times and days she could find Tetradore before she closed her phone and slipped it back into her pocket. Amber eyes glanced at Matteo for a moment before she shifted them back towards the sea, trying to hide the pain and trauma that filled them, though she was not nearly as good as he was when he had subtly hidden his eyes moments earlier. "I suppose i've been greedy keeping you here so long, I can't imagine your plans for the day included letting me talk your ear off," she said with a small laugh, though it wasn't filled with the same life anymore. There was obvious guilt in her words, feeling bad for keeping him so long and making him listen to all her problems. Yet it was obvious by her tone that she was not pushing him away, if he wanted to stay longer he could but she was offering him the option to leave if he wanted, and she truly would not fault him if he took it. She just hoped he didn't feel guilted into staying, especially if he noticed just how badly her hands were now shaking.