𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 of individuals so focused on family, it seemed to be the largest source of trauma for a lot of them, whether intentionally caused or not. freya was just as much a member of this pack as the wolves who’d always been part of it, it seemed, and that meant seleste was going to do everything in her power to help her too. she folds her hands over her lap, gentle smile on her face. “no, you don’t.” it’s a simple answer to a very complex question; while she knew much more about the family structures of the pack itself, freya had parents and siblings that weren’t here, where she could pick their brains too. parents — it’s not an easy subject for seleste either, considering everything her father had done. she can’t imagine how much suffering freya has been through in comparison, but staying at the edges of her mind reveals ENOUGH PAIN as is. (she won’t begin to push further at the emotions boiling there, not until she has permission). the empath lets out a soft sigh, nodding. “really, i’d just like to get to know you all better right now. we can move at whatever pace you’d like to go. and believe me when i say i know family can be hard to talk about.” but this is her job: she wants to help, and she’s far too stubborn to let this go. she doesn’t know how to walk away. she leans forward slightly, looking at the witch, careful to make herself as nonthreatening as possible. “can you tell me about your siblings? we can come back to your parents another time.”
