Dubhe looked up at the notion of being forced to do... Anything for a status quo. Her brows knit in a surprising reflection, has her relatives seen it... Of her sire. Her father. She regarded Carrollite with an initially unreadable expressiuon, before shifting her weight slowly.
Dubhe wasn't aggressive. She hated fighting but long ago realized pacifism wouldn't help in the war, despuite her wishes. But that didn't mean compassion had no place in her mind. She had heard, down a daisy chain of reliable information, it was possible to change sides. And from Susanoo's therapy work, and her fatyher and uncle Vincent's stories from the military long ago, she knew things were messy in war, and sometimes leaders could mistreat their own.
And her powers were
healing. She couildn't purify someone... But she could...
"Do you need help tonight? To stay safe?" Dubhe asked, her voice was soft but not unkind. She offered her hands, palms up, in a show of safety. "I know I can't bring you home but I don't mind keeping you safe. Especially in case someone on my siude gets hostile. Your higher ups sound... Horrid to you." A frown.
"People shouldn't be firced iunto something just for statuys quo. And I'm a healer." Dubhe nodded, shyly. "And if need be we can make it look like you lured me into something if someone shows up or something." She motioned, smiling.
"I knew someone in the Negaverse years ago I liked very much. I couldn't do anything then. But if I can help you stay safe, even make it so you have one night with a plausible reason not to return with stolen energy..."
She wanted to protect this one. Help her stay safe while she found a way to safety.
