Arya didn't have time to relinquish any of the embarrassment of being knocked flat on her ass before another approached, asking if she was alright. Despite her small stature and her aversion to violence, she wasn't knocked unconscious like anyone may have initially predicted after the hit she endured, she even managed to keep her thoughts in order after the sudden blunt force to her head; she was tougher than she looked, a testament perhaps to the sturdiness of pinnipeds. Warm amber eyes blinked at the hand extended out to her and the gentle inquiry of her well being. Her Were instinct immediately recognized him as a Were alpha, it was something ingrained in her DNA that allowed her to sense the presence that surrounded him even in these calm moments. It wasn't until then that she realized just how far over the pack border she had stepped, seemingly mindlessly having gone to the closest water in her nightly wandering. Her mind gently reached out to his, wanting to sense his emotions to make sure he wasn't mad at her for her accidental intrusion. Only when she sense nothing but calm from him, with hints of curiosity did she gently take his hand and offer a smile and shy laugh in return.

"I'm alright. Got too relaxed with my control over him after the other walked away so nicely. It was a...painful reminder," she said, wincing slightly through her laughter as the soreness of her jaw started to set in. She had to laugh at her mistakes, it made life easier than sitting there wallowing in it. Her cheek was slowly starting to swell, making her look like a puppy that just ate a bee or a chipmunk with something stuffed in one cheek, and she knew it was going to be a nasty bruise in the morning that makeup would probably not be able to hide. She blinked at his next words, not expecting the invitation to receive some much needed ice for her face. Arya half expected him to simply let her go on her way, in fact it was probably what she should have done to get some sleep before work and look at least half miserable rather than completely so. The offer was genuine, a gentle search of his emotions finding nothing that spoke of ill intent towards her. "Are you sure? I don't mean to cause any trouble. It's pretty late and I've just realized I probably already overstepped my boundaries simply being here," she said, running a hand along her arm in embarrassment as she cast her gaze aside. She had never been fond of being a burden on others, and only when she was certain that it was ok and probably for the best she ice her cheek now rather than later whenever she made it home that she smiled and nodded, following the dark haired man into the large ship at the end of the docks.

Arya followed close by the older Were's side, not particularly fond of the dimly lit hallway until they entered a bar area, dirty but clear of occupants for the night. "My name is Arya by the way," she said, suddenly remembered the lack of introduction between the two. She was mildly distracted, her amber eyes glancing around the room, that, when they approached the bar where the ice would be located, the sudden appearance of another individual popping up from behind the counter had her jump, the smallest of squeaks in surprise slipping past her lips. After she managed to slow her heart rate, she watched as the new man handed over a bag of ice to the dark haired one, a chuckle singling his intent had been to surprise, perhaps not her however. His mannerisms were quite eccentric, her amber eyes meeting his silver ones after he removed sunglasses. He looked young like her and yet his eyes held the wisdom of age, something she had seen in most fae she had encountered, but none quite like this man's. She blinked in surprise as he gently took her hand to place a delicate kiss upon her, something proper and rather...charming. Arya was entirely taken aback, her face flushing a soft shade of red as he greeted her and reassured her of the other's first aid ability.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I'm very glad i'm in good hands," Arya said with a smile, glancing between the two men. It was at that moment that she realized she was in quite the company: two incredibly handsome men, both being incredibly nice to her; perhaps, she thought, she should venture out at night more and get hit more. The Were, who she patiently allowed to work gently at reducing any swelling and ugliness to her cheek, had some of the prettiest green eyes she had seen highlighted by tousled dark brunette hair and facial hair. The fae on the other hand had lighter brunette hair and soft gray eyes, coupled with the french accent Arya was swooning. She was so distracted that she nearly missed the inquiry from the fae...nearly. "I couldn't sleep, so I was getting some fresh air to hopefully clear my mind a bit. Guess I was more distracted than I thought and wandered a bit farther than intended." A shy smile adorned her soft lips, reminded of the events from the day prior that had stuck in her mind and caused her significant stress.

She listened quietly as the fae addressed the other about his reasons for being here, his presence, apparently, not a permanent one aboard the ship. The conversation, though topic still on the were king, had suddenly shifted back to her and she perked up as he gently teased his friend. She couldn't help the small giggle at the description of Tetradore and his insistence of her fortune that he was awake. "I find i'm the same way, if not for work I could probably sleep the day away," she said with a laugh, trying hard not too move too much with the ice pressed against her face. "I guess I inherited that from the animal in me, seals love to lounge and sleep the days away," a small grin graced her face as she continued the conversation, unfazed by any awkwardness that may have arisen. She had decided she like their company, and that maybe going out for a walk wasn't such a bad thing after all.