Allison & Deucalion
Allison saw the hand coming and she nearly stepped back - but that would be admitting she was afraid. She knew he could probably hear her heart beat, but anything more than that and she wasn't going to show it. When his hand rested on hers, she knew what he was doing. She'd seen Scott do it several times - and she'd seen Scott try to do it as she had died in his arms. Allison decided that it wasn't weak to accept the help, and she let out another faint sigh as the pain disappeared. "...Thank you," she said quietly, before looking up at his eyes again.
"Yeah, no. I draw the line at claws going into my brain stem." Particularly from Deucalion right now. "Maybe another time." Or possibly never, she added in her mind. Her voice was hushed - she didn't want them to get interrupted by any of the others that were at the bonfire.
When the glow faded, Allison focused on what he said about her grandfather, frowning. At the words about Gerard dying, she looked around, then down, not really sure how she felt about that. He'd been a horrible person, and there had been nights she had felt sick at the thought of being related to him, and how easily he'd manipulated her...but he was also family, and she had so little of that left. Only her father, and he wasn't in Preya. "I appreciate you telling me." She only wished her friends had done it instead.
"You haven't been starting a new pack here, have you?"