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BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS  ✧
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[ oH YEAh that didn't even register in my head lmao
i was like "oooh, margy's wife also has a lit fc" but didn't even remember bast's fc bc i was too busy imagining clarke and margy LMAO ]

It would be difficult to consider this stranger weak, but Bast also had access to her aura. He could see the strength lingering there, the glimmer beneath the exhaustion and aching. As battered as someone could be outwardly and emotionally, their soul would always reveal the truth. (That was why he refused to believe that he was anything but damned. One only had to look at the three souls that clouded his aura, the darkness lingering there from their past lives: Bast could only ever fail. It was just a matter of when and how.)

Regardless, she didn't give any outward show of weakness -- not any he would consider weak, at least. He wouldn't fault someone for being reversed, for having ghosts to hide. He arched a brow at her question, and actually offered a half-grin, as if amused she'd even bothered to ask. Most joiners accepted whatever he said at face-value, not too interested in actually analyzing what he said. Bast simply assumed that most of them were too busy trying to figure where the fuck they were and what the people were like. Granted, with only him here to address this newcomer, he supposed there was less to focus on. (Imagine that: Bast, the welcoming committee. Gods, it sounded ridiculous, though Starry would probably be pleased.)

"Bastillepaw," he supplied, assuming that she would understand the inherent implications of warrior names. Starry still didn't fully see the point of it all, but Bast was certain that this Hotelsuites knew. His hunch was had yet to die, after all. He gave a slight nod at her chosen nickname -- he assumed it was Suite, and not Sweet, given the context -- and filed it away. Bast usually shortened names, any way. It was not so much out of affection or friendship as out of... well. Laziness, maybe. A general apathy, a tendency to take verbal shortcuts. Sometimes he invented his own (HD had become Imm to him), but Suite seemed suitable enough. The way she said it made it sound more like her than Hotelsuites did.

As they started to walk, he cast a sideways glance at her, noting the limp. If she was trying to hide it, he didn't seem to care; Bast rarely assigned physical injury to weakness, if that was her fear. Everyone got injured. Assuming that someone was weak because they actually bothered to get their paws dirty was ridiculous. "We don't quite have a healer yet, but some of us have basic knowledge and there is a herb supply," he provided without prompting, making no big deal of her limp. Shit happened. She was clearly fine enough to travel, and he wasn't going to baby her. He could, however, supply useful information. "I can show you that shit, too, or you can look into it later if you want."

At her prompting, he glanced at her again, before focusing back on their walk. They weren't too far from the Observatory, which was nice -- less forced small talk. She didn't seem interested in simply talking to talk, though, which was a relief. Bast got the impression she was asking because she wanted to know what she was getting into. "Quiet, usually. Starry -- that's our leader -- is an excitable guy. Very big on stars and shit. We're fuckin' pacifists, unfortunately, but luckily no one has tried to start shit with us so there hasn't been any tension about politics yet."

Bast was not a pacifist, clearly -- the lack of action actually made him feel stir crazy, but he respected Starry and would try to listen. A pause. "Starry is still sort of finding his rhythm, I think. Didn't really know what a Clan was when he decided to make one. S'fine, though -- we more or less have a system now, and nobody seems to hate one another." Well, Bast disliked Roy, but that was because he was a shady fucker. "Uh, let's see -- if you're looking for windows in your room, there aren't any. Last girl asked about those. The roof of the observatory is always open, though. You know, stars and shit," he added, referring back to Starry's nerdy ways. "Rad might steal your belongings, but otherwise everyone is pretty damn harmless."