Her words were spoken gently with a shrug of her shoulders. Raven wasn't chastising him for not being close with his own family. It didn't bother her and she doubted it bothered anyone. Everyone was different. All of them knew they were a family, they knew they were connected, but that didn't mean they couldn't be their own person. Everyone was different. Everyone had their quirks. If Henry didn't want to be close to others or talk a lot about himself then that was his choice and there was nothing wrong with it. It's not like any of them poured out their heart and soul to Henry. It takes years not months to develop a sort of trust with others. With Henry it would be no different. For all the years she knew her own little family there wasn't much she told them. Only what they needed to know and nothing more. The difference between her and Henry in their solitude ways was that she was willing to connect and be close to their family, it was an effort she wished to see more in Henry. And yet she respected his space knowing that when he was ready he would come along. Although she didn't think he would whisk her away from her bedroom to start trying to connect now.

Quietly she listened to the novice Were speak about the man he loved. It was quite interesting and it sounded almost like one of those romantic novels or those television soap operas The two of them had lived together and their memories of each other were erased, but they still came together. Was that how soul mates worked? They could find each other again no matter what. Is that how it worked during one's life time, or did that transcend through each timeline the two were on this world together. Her Fae King believed in soul mates and she was a bit doubtful about the idea. Her Fae Kings' Father was the one that said she and Tobias always found one another, sometimes as lovers, other times as not. This example between Henry and this Sterling was just another one to ponder about. Although not now. Speaking up she spoke gently responding to his stories.

"It is good that you found each other, impressive even after losing all memories."

As the love story about Sterling came to an end she listened to another story about a tale with a female coyote. There was very little that she knew about her. The coyote that was not one of them. Alexis was a well-known friend to the pack before she became a family member. This Malia was not necessarily friends with all of them. She was a stranger. Was this the same coyote she saw that didn't think herself as a human or a Were? The way Henry talks about it simply adds up to that fact. The way Henry was teaching Malia to be human reminded her of her own teachings with her mate. Although he was human, and knew he was human, that wilder side of him hardly wished to follow through the social norms of society. Some things were difficult to teach like silverware, he was forbidden to hold them, after he stabbed another with a knife. The boy refused to wear shoes. He hated that type of clothing. And hygiene. The boy despised water immensely. Bath time was not fun, and yet, she figured out a way to help get him to stand in the shower long enough to get cleaned. Raven was a woman and she wouldn't put it past her to use her womanly way. Listening to Henry admit that he had slept with the girl was answered quickly with a low growl as her eyes narrowed. One time would seem like an honest mistake, but doing it multiple times, it seemed and sounded like more. Folding her arms she replied hotly.

"And yet you slept with her. Are you sure you and your panther half doesn't see this Malia in a romantic or mate like way? Because if your panther isn't seeing Sterling as your rightful mate then subconsciously your panther is telling you something you are unwilling to hear. That maybe Sterling isn't for you."

Well? It was the cold hard truth! If he was sneaking around to sleep with Malia, while still in some sort of relationship with a man, then he was confusing himself and his panther half. Not to mention he was hurting Sterling and Malia at the same time. Woman were emotional creatures. Sex was a way to bond and form that relationship with another that included an emotional connection. Could men not understand that? Could men not even see that! It seemed clear to her, but maybe that was because she was a woman. Getting up she began to pace, moving across his bed back and forth. Shaking her head she continued her pacing, her dial lifting to turn to him, her voice still firm.

"You stupidly slept with a girl that you claim to be your friend. Males. You're all the same. You sleep with anything that walks and you don't think about the consequences. You are going to have to fix this by getting your panther to see him as your mate. How you're going to do that I don't know and I don't have the solution. As for telling Sterling about your infidelity that is something you're going to have to decide on."