June 14, late morning

Glenn decided to take a rare day off that Saturday, although he still woke up at the normal early time to go through his daily chores: get dressed (in a pair of dark indigo jeans and white t-shirt), eat breakfast (buttered brown bread, apple and orange slices, and even a little bit of bacon), and bathe down at the Glen. Once those tasks were done, he read for an hour, before he finally scolded himself. Don't be a coward. Go visit her. He dropped the book on the floor of his bedroom, next to the other volumes of poetry he had borrowed from the RhyDin Public Library, and slid the bedroom door open and closed behind him. He put on his old, worn-out work boots and his necklace, before exiting the barn and locking the door. It was a relatively short walk, and Glenn moved briskly down the country roads, the light summer breeze welcome on what was shaping up to be a rather warm day. Finally, his footsteps took him to Lydia's place. He walked up the road to her house, stepped onto the porch, and knocked at the door.

Lydia was up and listening to her phonograph when she heard the knock at her door, as she hadn't been sleeping nearly as much as usual. It showed a little bit on her features as well, as did the slight weight loss to the astute observer. Cat removed from her lap, a few white furs were brushed off her dark grey shorts that accompanied the simple white t-shirt. Still wearing her 'pajamas', but they'd do. Padding over to the phonograph to lift the needle from the record, she meandered towards the door, a curious expression on her face. Who could it be at this hour? It wasn't that early, no, but she wasn't expecting company... could it be Bane, maybe? Dread and anticipation built up in her chest, threatening to nauseate her as she finally opened the door. Breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of the carpenter, she gave him a smile. "Hey Glenn." Pulling the door open even further, the bandaging on her left arm was made apparent. If he were looking carefully enough at least. "What brings you by? Did you wanna come in?" She stepped aside to allow him entrance inside if he so wished.

He answered Lydia's last question by stepping inside once she was out of the way. He took a cursory look at the room, then Mellon, wondering if the cat would run away or not. Most likely, yes. His jade eyes fell back on Lydia after a moment, though his face was his usual unreadable mask. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

As predicted by Glenn, Mellon did indeed run away after getting a good look at him. Things around her house were more or less the same though, save for perhaps the addition of a few children's drawings hanging around that were rather.. abstract in nature. Lydia shut the door before glancing over her shoulder towards Glenn, brows furrowed curiously. "See how I was doing..? Oh, well.. I'm fine." Another smile offered before tugging at her clothing. "Just not dressed for company."

Irises drifted toward the children's drawings, but he didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary there. He looked back at Lydia immediately after that. "Are you sure?"

She found the questioning to be odd. He doubted her? "Yes..." Spoken with a little less conviction that time, as she tilted her head curiously. Was that worry in her eyes?

He took a few steps further into the room, standing somewhat awkwardly. His calloused fingertips reached down towards the jade arrowheads resting on his chest, clacking them together for a little while. Finally, he turned to the side, so that he wasn't facing Lydia head-on. The words were soft, the meaning half-hidden. He wasn't sure he was ready to face it head on yet. Especially since he wasn't sure she was... "Carley told me."

Confusion and dread were all starting to build again. Carley told him? Carley told him what? There was only one thing Lydia could think of, but she hadn't told Carley! She tried to hide the panic on her expression, but her voice betrayed her, wavering somewhat. "...told you what?"

"You got attacked at the duels last week. By-by a werewolf." He caught the panic in her tone, and he turned his back toward her. Probably not the most supportive thing he could've done, in that moment. He fidgeted with the necklace more.

So she knew? And Glenn knew... She didn't even think to ask how they came across such information. She opened her mouth to speak again, but no words would come as she faced Glenn's back. It was almost what she feared being played out exactly- friends turning their backs on her upon finding out what she could become. Head lowered, misty pale blues lowered to the ground as she eyed her bandaged arm.

He took a pair of slow steps forward, away from Lydia, before he turned back around to face her. "I wish you'd told me sooner, Lydia." He removed his hand from the arrowheads, letting his arms rest limply by his side.

She glanced back up again as Glenn pointed to his head, listening. At the inquiry, she pulled from him more, this time to sink down on the couch and take a seat, nodding a wordless response.

"Remember when we talked, a while ago? When I was working too much?" Glenn looked at the empty seat on the couch, but made no move to sit immediately.

"Yeah, I do." Quiet words as she wiped at her face.

"I'm not going to let you slip away again, Lydia. Just like you're not going to let me slip away again, right?" He cocked his head slightly as he asked the question of her.

Turning her gaze upwards to Glenn, it took some effort to not break down again or start crying at the words that had suddenly touched her. Not trusting her voice, she mouthed a silent, 'right'.

He studied her for a second, standing there, before he gave a single, slow shake of his head 'yes.' A faint smile crossed his face after that. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

She managed a faint smile in return as she glanced around, thinking as she ran a hand through her hair. Her gaze paused on the clump of dry, wilting Wolfsbane sitting on the coffee table. One of the pictures on the wall, with the oval sun cast with a faint blue light and the grass that wasn't quite the right shade of green. And the half eaten apple resting precariously on the floor not far from the kitchen's entrance. "I.. I think Aeriel will be fine. But.. if I change, I don't want to hurt Mellon."

His eyes were a little wide for a moment, before he nodded his assent. "Alright. Do you have a cage or something I can carry him in? He's not going to be happy with me when I take him from here-like this." He jingled the arrowheads on his necklace for emphasis.

Lydia nodded. "Yeah, I do. It's up in the attic. But you don't need to take him now. I can just drop him by your barn next week the day before- before the full moon?" She fidgeted, briefly.

"That'd be good. If I don't have to carry him from here." Glenn looked up at the ceiling for a moment, index finger tapping lightly at his forehead. "I'll keep him inside. And keep the barn cats away. I wonder if he'll like me when I'm-I'm not wearing this?"

Studying the necklace as she pondered she gave a nod. "I.. think he may be hesitant at first, but he probably would. He's pretty friendly to strangers, assuming they're-" She cut herself off then, frowning a touch as she realized something. "-if I change I likely can't keep him anymore..."

Glenn waved a hand in the air, somewhat dismissively. "We'll-you can worry about that later. I'll take care of him for now."

"I wonder if it's the same for Aeriel." She glanced aside towards her door. "Animals don't like werewolves. Most at least...? I'm not sure. I just know Mellon really didn't like G-" She cut herself off again, frowning as she had nearly gone too far.

He arched an eyebrow briefly, but decided not to push any further. He'd gotten enough information out of Lydia already today. Instead, his eyes drifted toward the door, then back in her direction. "Do you think you'd like to grab lunch in town? Or are you going to stay here for a while?"

Lydia glanced towards her kitchen- the cupboards were a little bare, as she had been neglectful of grocery shopping. Wolfsbane had been her food of choice lately, but eating so much of it was starting to make her sick and likely eating so much wasn't good for her. "Gods I don't know the last time I've eaten real food... don't have any food in my kitchen either, really." A quiet admission as she moved to her feet. Her gaze was soft as she studied Glenn. "Lunch would be really nice. You don't mind if I clean up some and change first do you?"

He stepped away from the couch, so that Lydia could move past him more easily. "Go ahead."

Rather than move away immediately, she lingered long enough to embrace Glenn in a quick, tight hug. "Thank you." The words were whispered not far from his covered ear before she withdrew to move away, apple plucked off the ground before she disappeared into the kitchen.

He nodded to himself as she pulled away and went into the kitchen, before he sat down on the same couch Lydia had been sitting at before. He decided to occupy his waiting time by more closely scrutinizing the pictures hung on the walls.

The pictures were obviously done by children- or maybe a single child? They all seemed to be born from the same hand, as the style was all similar. Though from a child, they seemed to be more .. 'advanced' in the way they were drawn, rather than simple children's doodles- the oval sun, the green grass with the bluish tint, the very dark looking houses, the animals that didn't quite look like common animals, the auburn haired girl that held hands with an elf with green hair. Whoever had done it had talent, even if their style was somewhat abstract. It wasn't terribly long before Lydia was re-emerging, not from the kitchen, but from her bedroom that was linked to the living room. Attire was ever simple- an off the shoulder white blouse paired with a dark blue-green skirt that swished about her calves and clashed with the worn brown boots she wore.

His head shifted slightly as Lydia stepped back into the living room, one green eye still upon the drawings. "Are you helping out somewhere?" Glenn gestured toward the drawings, as if that would explain why he was asking the question. He reached down and tucked the necklace under his t-shirt.

Reaching back to gather her hair behind her head and start working it into a braid, she turned curiously to where he gestured. A lift of brows denoted her confusion at the inquiry. "Helping out somewhere?"

"The kid's drawings. On the wall." He pointed a little bit more vigorously toward the drawings on the wall.

"Oh." It clicked, but it wasn't exactly a subject she could delve into- not even with Glenn, in spite of the fact she actually did want to... "They're nice aren't they?" Fingers moved with deft precision to entwine green locks in a braid. "I suppose.. you could say that, yeah." Some hesitation came with the lie, and she mentally reminded herself to follow Lirssa's advice about not hesitating when delivering one. Finally, the braid was tied off with a thin ribbon and left to fall down her back.

"You ready to go?" Glenn fell for the lie- hook, line, and sinker. He stood up from the couch, smoothing out the hair covering his ears.

The fact he fell for it made Lydia feel all the more guilty for it. But someday she'd tell him. No, she'd show him. If it were ever possible at least... "Yeah, I'm ready." She smiled, broadly and genuinely- a rare gesture as of late.

Glenn headed for the front door, opening it and holding it for Lydia. His other hand scratched idly at his hair again.

Keys snatched up along a with a bag nearby she started for the door, hoisting said bag on her shoulder. A grateful smile was offered to the carpenter as she stepped out, and for more than just opening the door for her.

((Edited and adapted from Live RP))