Athanasius pushes a short sigh from their mouth as Vale's question reached their ears, and their guarded stare shifted from the girl to their leader. Their tail flicked, and their throat felt tight. They fail to respond to her question, instead feeling a flare of annoyance rise to their pale cheeks as Vale had, indirectly, squandered their chances of shooing the child away from them. They turn their head away from the both of them as another Hyperian approached, another familiar face, and their head fell further below their shoulders.
Aphrodite's kindness bemused them -- it always would. They don't understand how the girl could like them, when they've kept their relationship strictly professional as mentor and apprentice. They've never extended their paw in friendship, or tried to find out what the girl liked, or what she did in her pass - time. They don't know how she could think they were friends; the concept in itself was horrendously foreign to the reserved vulpine. Who would want to be friends with something like them, anyways? "If I were unwell, that'd be bad for the rest of the tribe." They respond, the meaningfulness of her compliment flying way over their head. They weren't used to it; refused to believe it was such. Her follow - up question made the brows on their forehead knit together. "I'm fine." There isn't a pause between her question and their answer, no uncertainty. They were ...fine ( they had to be ).
Another approaches, a figure they had not seen themselves for a while. It was the brother of Gabriel, Michael, if they recalled correctly. The only times they've interacted with each other was during the times where they'd check up on him, as per needed since he was their patient. Their relationship, much like theirs and Aphrodites', were strictly professional. Despite their similarities, Ana never acted on it. They never tried to strike up small - talk, save for when they're trying to gauge if the other was feeling alright, or if he needed something in particular, but nothing else. No stories swapped, nothing.
His statement is met with a small shrug of their scarred shoulders. "I ...wanted to be alone." Is their answer, perhaps to that underlying question in the apparent statement Michael had made. They'd disappeared on their own accord because they didn't want to be bothered. "I've been selfish for long enough. The tribe won't function well without me." A truth they'd come to terms with. They were of importance to Hyperia ( although not by much, if they were to be frank. They were replaceable, as their apprentices could take over from them at any time and should they leave the rank of Crusader empty, another one would easily be appointed in their place ).
A pause, a shifting of their gaze, they force their gaze up from their paws to peer up at the faces around them. "You all have been fine?" They figured they'd ask. Why not, right? They were involved in this conversation now ...and they couldn't just walk away from it.