"Everdale is open." Most of it was forest. That was why he'd been there. It had been the best place for him to hide, to just be a wolf and not think about what he'd left, what he didn't want to go back to. "The forest is nice. Wide. I'm also not the only...thing there." He wasn't sure what to call them. The weren't werewolves, but he could feel something, even if they likely avoided him for the same reasons he'd avoided them.
He watched her for a few seconds before looking back into his cup and taking another drink. There was a distinct lack of not knowing how he was supposed to act around her.
He tilted his head a little bit as a means of acknowledgement. The worry started to creep in and he frowned. "You should sleep. It's probably only making it worse." He looked over at her, watching her with the cup for a moment before moving to set the cup down. "I didn't come to watch you force yourself to stay awake. I came to watch over you while you slept."