Arya's healing ability was considerably slower than most other Weres. Not enough to ever put her in mortal danger if she sustained a serious injury, she could still injuries at an incredibly pace compared to the normal human body, but the swelling and coloring on her cheek was taking some time to come down. The ice pressed gently to her cheek was definitely helping, numbing the pain until all she felt was cold. The presence of the lively and bubbly Matteo and the stoic and handsome Tetradore would have sufficed as distractions from the pain, any exhaustion she might have felt or worry that drove her to be out and wandering at night had long since left her mind. She was quietly thankful that she broke up that fight only to be rescued by two dashing men like in all those cliche and cheesy stories that most girls fawned over; she could truly get used to nights like this, though perhaps minus the whole getting struck in the face.

There was something just so regal about Matteo, and it was hard for the young woman to not get swept away in his charm and energy. It was already a fae trait to be naturally charming and generally lively, but his accent and gentlemanly actions was even harder to resist. Arya could not restrain the blush that graced her cheeks, caught up in his silver eyes and words for just a moment too long; she was definitely not immune from swooning. That wasn't to say Tetradore wasn't also something worthy of bringing red to her cheeks, his demeanor was entirely opposite to his friends. He was stoic, offering her few words or short responses. He looked like the bad boy type that was hiding a dark past, the type all girls loved. Despite this he had a warmth, a kindness perhaps he was not aware of or just rarely liked to show, she could tell though by his offer to help and the gentle way he kept the ice to her cheek; someone who truly didn't give a damn would have left her on her ass or worse run her from the territory.

At Matteo's wink and insinuation that he still had it, Arya's amber gaze dropped, fighting to keep her cheeks from heating any farther and surely melting the ice in the bag. When she looked back up she made eye contact with the stunning green's of Tetradore, the look in her eyes seeming to ask "is he always like this?" She found him humorous but he was definitely a lot to take in and a lot to handle, she wondered how the other Were did it. Once again, like with Matteo, her eyes lingered for a little too long as she got caught up staring, this time at Tetradore. Her cheeks added a nice touch of pink that she tried to hide from the dark haired male by turning her attention back to the charismatic fae; she was on quite the streak of making a fool of herself tonight. Her attention however shifted at mention of her reasoning for being out so late to get into trouble in the first place. Because of all the chaos she had forgotten the troubles that plagued her mere moments before. Matteo's response was a curious one, though the philosophy was not lost or disliked by the seal. "I try not to make a habit of wandering at night, but work has really been stressing me out. If its any consolation, this whole situation has eased my mind quite a lot. Well meeting you two, not the whole getting hit in the face part," She laughed, able to find humor in an embarrassing and painful moment. Her laughter was always so light and bubbly, her friends often said it was one of her best traits, able to lighten a whole room and make others around her smile or laugh as well; it didn't have anything to do with her empathetic power either, it was just natural charm.

She fell into silence to allow the duo to discuss the matters of paperwork. Arya was not a nosey person, quite the opposite, she kept to herself and understood some things were personal or just not for her to know. A good trait to have that made her lots of friends because she never pushed to know secrets or to talk about their troubles, but she was there to be a good listener if they did ever choose to talk to her. However the Were seal could not help but arch her brow in slight curiosity at the use of the word embassy and the official seal placed upon them. That was quite...fancy. But it was none of her business and she allowed the conversation to drift away from that subject onto a different one, herself now involved once more. She giggled at the antics of the two as Matteo seemed to egg Tetradore on until he threatened to throw the bag of ice placed upon her cheek at the fae. They had quite the fun and unique relationship, like life long friends or brothers perhaps. She had friends in her coworkers but nothing nearly as close as these two.

She wasn't surprised when they showed surprised at her animal identity. Arya knew that aquatic Weres were not a common thing as Tetradore mentioned, especially in the states. "There aren't too many of us in the states, very small colonies scattered on the coast. Our stronghold is in Ireland and Scotland. There's an old Gaelic myth about people that could shed their seal skin and turn into humans. Selkies they called us, though they think we're actually Fae," she said with a smile, loving when she got to share a bit of her subspecies history with others because it was not something known. Arya's own parents had moved to the states from Scotland, but it was long before she was born so she did not carry the accent to tie her to her roots, only the freckles. When she was little they used to make trips back to see extended family, but she hadn't been in years and some days she missed it greatly. Her hand shot to her mouth to stop the snort of laughter at Matteo's words. If Tetradore had restrained himself before from throwing the bag of ice, nothing was going to stop him now after the cheeky comment he threw in about the Wereking's eyes. It had totally taken her off guard, and it took her a second to recollect her composure. "Well those are all very... nice things," she said, trying to hide the her smile, and keeping her eyes firmly glued on Matteo because if she looked at Tetradore she wasn't sure if she'd burst into laughter or blush a bright shade of red. She decided to leave it at that and let the conversation drift away for Tetradore's sake. Though if she was to add...he definitely did have some sexy green eyes.

At the mention of food Arya's stomach instantly and, unfortunately, quiet noisily decided to chime in and remind her she hadn't eaten dinner that night. Her face flushed a deep red before she buried it into the palms of her hands, hiding away in sheet embarrassment. She knew appetite was a shared Were trait, but it was incredibly embarrassing. The small girl didn't look like she ate much at all, but her seal form needed to keep weight on and thus kept her appetite always on. After a moment she began to lightly laugh at her own misfortune and embarrassment. "I sometimes wish I was an exception to this but seals are such fat asses," she joked at her own kind's penchant to eat. Luckily Matteo properly introduced himself and now she knew both names. "It's a pleasure to meet you both, but I don't really think I could tell anyone about this without sounding like a complete crazy lady," she laughed but it was true. Who would believe that she wandered out at some ungodly hour, gotten punched in the face by a drunk dude while trying to break up a fight, then was taken care of by two incredibly handsome men. She'd quickly get sent into psyche ward.