so much is still unknown

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Unused to such silence, Wessex offers Letha a look that questions her assertion that everything is okay. But in the absence of any spoken (out loud or otherwise) requests or inquiries, she has to assume that everything is indeed alright. “This way, then,” she murmurs, stepping out of the alleyway and into one of the main streets; there are still quite a few people about in this area of Haulani - mostly those who have spent their evenings at bars or other places of leisure - and they pay the pair no mind, either too focused on getting themselves safely home or thoroughly engaged with others.   “Where would you like to go?” she asks Letha, gesturing to Haulani as if it were their oyster. And at this time of night - it is. The options are only limited by their imagination and morals (or lack thereof, in Wessex’s case). There’s no dwelling on what just happened. If the girl wants to know, she’ll have to ask. Wessex is pretty good at reading physical body language, but mental and emotional subtleties have always been a bit more difficult for her.