The bloodied sweat shirt had been tossed in the corner of her room, and she'd left the pack house, making her way to the lupanar. She really liked it there, it had a sense of home about it. Maybe because that's where the pack had gathered a month before to name the new leaders, and Vinny had chased her down. Once to her destination, she dropped down, and rolled onto her back, looking up at the night sky.
Everything was so different now. So much more complicated than anything she could have envisioned her life to be even a year ago. She missed simplicity. But that's just how God was to her, she supposed. There were a few spots of blood on the collar of her t-shirt from where it had transferred from the sweatshirt, but they were dry. She reached up to grasp at that crucifix that hung around her neck, idly playing with it.
The moon was really beautiful, and yet ominous, hanging so full among the stars. They would change and hunt soon, the entire pack. And she'd be among those that wanted her as family. Well, she knew a couple of them did. There was Vinny and Leni for sure. And Loke was a given. Bianca seemed a really cool chick, but she seemed like Llidya, weary of this whole family thing. And then Malcolm of course, if only so he could have free access to her blood and whatever stuff he wanted to study. She was a freak of nature, and fascinating, according to the good doctor.
She needed to sit down with Leni and chat about the pack, to find out what the positions were, what they meant. She knew that Silent was to train her now, and she needed to get into the mind set to be re-trained. She'd done it before, when she'd been nothing but a grunt in the military before she'd been picked for the Spartan I project. She'd gotten her ass kicked by the Drill Sargeant a few good times for her sass. Still had a couple of scars to prove it. But she had respect for the Sargeant. Llidya honest to god didn't know if she could respect Silent.
She might have to wall up, like she had after she'd gotten into the program. She'd hated Mikada, the Lieutenant that had been training them. But she'd obeyed. And she'd learned, and afterwards she'd appreciated the way he had taught them. Brought them closer as a team. Yeah, that's what she'd do.
Llidya dangled the crucifix over her chin as her thoughts went to everything that had happened, and it was only then she remembered he'd given back that lock of hair entwined with Connor's. Remembering that night brought a deep well of sadness within her, and she took in a ragged breath, fighting back those emotions. To help the pack, she'd have to get over her personal pitfalls and become the well oiled machine that had helped her achieve her rank of Master Chief. Yes, that was something she could do. It would hurt like hell, but it could be done.
From the treeline he watched her where she laid in the middle of the Lupanar, her fingers fiddling with his crucifix. She seemed to be deep in thought. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was thinking about. Part of him wanted to go to her to try to make her feel better after what had happened, but he knew that would undermine what Silent was trying to accomplish. After a long moment he turned and simply left. Whatever demons Lydia was fighting in her mind she would have to fight alone, and he'd have to be strong enough to let her. As he left only the faint echo of his scent would remain.