Of all the ways Arya had anticipated this day going, sitting along the coastline next to Matteo was certainly not one of them. She just wished that circumstances for this unexpected meeting with the fae had been different than they were, on a day when she wasn't plagued by worries and was simply at the beach to enjoy herself. Yet perhaps it wasn't all terrible, perhaps this chance meeting would be beneficial for the young were. Arya hadn't anticipated the gentle coaxing from her companion, his calm demeanor and words inviting her to freely talk about what troubled her if she wanted to. She hadn't realized just how obvious it was that something was bothering her, a lone woman sitting far from others while gazing out into the distance at seemingly nothing. Most people wouldn't really bother to ask, or rather, they would take it upon themselves to serve as a distraction rather than an ear to listen; not that she could fault him if that was what he had decided to do, not everyone wanted to, or had the capabilities to, listen to another's emotional baggage. She hesitated for a moment, but decided to show some vulnerability and express her concerns about a topic he could help her with, since the fae was friends with Tetradore, the subject of some of her worries.

She couldn't help but laugh at Matteo's insistence that young Arya wasn't alone in staring out at the sea, troubled by her hormones and teenage boys. She found it quite humorous as he assured her that boys were silly creatures. Now that she was completely sure was true. She could count on her hand the amount of crushes she had on said silly boys back in highschool, truly a much simpler time. "I can't say girls are any less silly, but I do know that both are equally confusing," she said, throwing her own gender under the bus as well and a very, incredibly subtle hint at her own attraction to her same gender as well, that sometimes those boys she was hung up on, were girls. Arya had learned one thing throughout high school and college, boys were generally clueless when it came to girls, but that girls were incredibly hard to read; neither of which Arya could ever figure out, and that left her very single for years. If only today's issues were so simple as being infatuated with someone rather than trying to decide a new direction for her life.

Only after Arya had gotten a silent nod of permission from Matteo, did she begin to unravel the string of thoughts in her mind into words. The young were trying to start out slow and simple, yet her worries quickly took hold and left her rambling about rather inconsequential issues to the topic she had. Yet, with a gentle shake of his head, he insisted after she apologized that her words had not lost their meaning to him. Amber eyes watched the gentle rolling of the waves as Matteo now spoke. His voice was soft and kind, and there was no judgement held in his words. She listened intently as he assured her that, while she would differ from the other weres in the pack, she would also find many similarities. His suggestion that she instead look for reasons she thought she should join the pack, find positives rather than worry about any negatives.

It was true that one of the things that drew Arya to the pack was its proximity to the ocean. She wasn't like other weres, the ocean was something she needed, it just wasn't feasible for her to live in the forest or anywhere without water. She could survive there, but she wouldn't thrive. His assurance that there were other females in the pack was something that Arya actually slightly knew, she had met only one member of the pack outside of Tetradore himself and that was a woman named Mira. She had been nice, but incredibly intimidating with a confidence that the wereseal could only dream of having. Arya found she would quite like to be her friend, and Matteo made it sound as if there were multiple women she could befriend! But his next words were the ones that really stuck out to her, the way he spoke of Tetradore, referring to him as a good leader but also being honest about the other man's own flaws. Arya knew he had flaws, everyone did, and yet, that knowledge of his imperfections, even if not specified, did not change her thoughts on the Tetradore. He had always shown her so much kindness, even when he didn't have to, and that's what drew her to him and his pack.

Her companion allowed her a moment to process his words, before his tone shifted from serious to one more full of amusement and humor. Amber eyes turned to look at the Frenchman in both bewilderment and amusement. It was certainly...a strange endeavor for one to attempt, but not the most absurd thing Arya had ever heard someone of the male gender attempt to do. "I don't think i've ever done something like that. I guess that's why the saying boys will be boys exists," she said, some of her worries seeming to melt away as she laughed at the mental picture of a grown man trying to do something like that. It would at least be an amusing time in the pack if these were common antics.

The ocean breeze tousled her brunette hair, a small hand quick to tuck it behind her ears and clear it from her face. Amber eyes had once again found refuge staring out past the waves, the young were entirely relaxed beside her companion as she allowed herself to mull over his words in silence. Family is what you make it? An entirely different philosophy than the one her parents had raised her with, that blood family was the most important bond one could have in life. It was that upbringing that had made it so hard for her to even move away from her parents to start her new life, to now try and ignore them while they spammed her phone and insisted she meet with her uncle. The young Were felt completely tied to them, and that feeling was one of the reasons she felt so conflicted with joining Tetradore's pack. Could she sever that tie? She loved them, she didn't want to do anything that would hurt them, and yet she had always felt so suffocated and something deep inside her told had been drawing her away for so long now.

"You've given me a lot to think about, but I think you're right," she said, a faint smile tugging on her lips as her eyes remained glued to the sea in a thoughtful gaze. He was likely right about everything he had said, but most importantly that it wouldn't hurt for her to simply try. "I guess I just need to find my bravery to make that leap,"she said, almost thinking out loud for him to hear. The WereSeal had never been particularly brave, especially when it came to trying new things. It had taken a huge amount of bravery to even move away from her parents and start a new life in a new city by herself, she just needed to muster that same amount of bravery again, to try and find family. Of course, even if she did, where would she even start? She hadn't the slightest clue how to approach Tetradore about this. Did she just...show up to the Ark? Send a letter? Somehow find his phone number and call? This wasn't like being born into a family pack. Did these packs fill out resumes? Initiations? Did you need an invitation? How quickly she started to stress herself out again, overthinking every small detail; Arya, it would seem, a creature of constant worry.

"I'm just...unsure how to go about asking to join,"she wondered, expressing more of her concerns to her companion, though she was unsure if the fae could help her with something like this. Fae didn't exactly have packs, truthfully Arya didn't know if they had organized groups like this at all. "Do I just...go down to the Ark and ask? I'm unsure if this kind of thing needs to be more formal," she wondered, pausing for a moment before a soft smile hit her lips as she remembered something,"though i'm sure Tetradore would at least be glad i'm not bleeding to death on his doorstep again." She hadn't realized just how startling that statement could be for her companion, to so suddenly hear of a near death experience in such a flippant manner. In the moment, Arya had been terrified, but many months had passed since that day, and all that remained was a scar on her side and a memory of how kind Tetradore was.. Her cheeks flushed in mild embarrassment. "Sorry that might need an explanation,"she laughed, a little awkwardly but offered the story all the same. "Several months ago, after i'd met you and Tetradore, I had been out swimming when I got shot with one of those fishing harpoon guns. I managed to swim to the Ark. I don't really know why I went there of all places, but something just told me to go there. Tetradore ended up finding me and then helped get harpoon out and then get me patched up," she said, gently lifting up her shirt just enough to expose the scar now located on her pale skin,"Now I have this scar that makes me look tough." She grinned at her companion, clearly joking. The scar was not exactly large or menacing, and Arya could hardly look tough with her chubby cheeks and cheerful disposition. But she hoped it would make Matteo laugh in the very least.