Arya could never imagine herself in the situation described by the men. Her life would almost certainly be classified as boring, including her younger years when she was considerably more adventurous and less mature than she was now. Their tale seemed so reckless, and yet they laughed as though it were nothing of concern. The brunette was easily the youngest in the room and yet she felt like the oldest in the moment, mildly horrified at the men's antics. And then Matteo's assumption, or perhaps it was more of prediction with how certain his tone was, that she too would find much more excitement in her life to come left her feeling uneasy. Excitement, especially like theirs, was not on her agenda. She enjoyed much more mild adventurous, mild alcohol intake, and just normal evenings. Truthfully even those things were something she only enjoyed on occasion, she much preferred to curl up with a book on the beach or just relax in general. The fae's insistence with lack of context there after left the young were uneasy. Yet Arya could tell if she asked for further explanation he would offer her none, and the look she received from Tetradore only seemed to confirm that there never would be an explanation for his vague and foreboding words.

She listened in amusement as their banter continued about food. How serious the one was while the other showed very little interest in what he ate. Her interested peaked momentarily as Matteo's commented on feeding Tetradore for twenty years. That statement alone filled her with curiosity that they had known each other for that long and that it seemed the Fae took care of the Were? It filled her with questions of the extent of their relationship and how old Matteo was, since surely he was now much older than he appeared. Questions about her own life stirred her from her thoughts. Arya gladly explained why she was alone and what she did for a living. She half expected them to think it ridiculous, much like her own parents did, but their comments allowed for a soft smile to grace her lips. "My coworkers get jealous because I am definitely the favorite," she said with a small smile, knowing she had a bit of an advantage at being a better keeper than they did. The Wereseal was definitely a bonus to the aquarium's staff because she could tell long before any of her human counter parts when a particular animal wasn't feeling well or something was off and adjust things for the animals. Arya also couldn't deny she just liked being around them, they were much simpler than people.

There was slight surprise as Matteo suddenly insisted that her parents would be proud of her, again like he knew for a fact that was going to happen. She shrugged lightly, knowing her parents it didn't seem realistic. "Maybe but they sure as Hell won't show it," she murmured, remembering how dismissive they had always been and how it had strained their relationship in the years before she left. They hadn't had time to mend it since she had been gone and she honestly worried what they might say if she went home. Of course she still loved them and she knew they loved her, she just wished they would have been more supportive. The continued disagreement about food however allowed her to shake these thoughts and worries from her mind quickly. Their interaction was amusing and so she was content to sit back and merely watch as they disagreed about the very nature of cheese. She laughed lightly at Matteo's antics, how serious he was about cheese! His accent told her he was french, so she was hardly too surprised at how seriously he took food and preparing food properly. But it was in those moments of carefree nature that Arya made a mistake and shifted the entire mood.

Her touch upon Tetradore's mind had been gentle as they always were, a nudge towards mild levels of determination to help him show up Matteo's expectations of him. Only people that were familiar with powers like hers could tell when she was using her powers on them, people like her family whom she had practiced on for years or, in this case, Tetradore. The sudden shift and burning of his emotions took her completely by surprise, she recoiled out of his mind quickly but she had felt all of his anger and pain. Amber eyes had widened with shock, she didn't even hear her name slip from Matteo's lips in those moments as a flood of her own emotions took over and tears streamed down her cheeks; though she wasn't certain if they stemmed from her emotions or his. Of course there was no way she could have known this was going to happen, but she couldn't stop the guilt, regret, and anxiety that swirled around in her and began to eat away at her for being the cause of them."I'm sorry," she whispered, but she wasn't sure he would even have heard her with how quietly they spilled from her lips. Her emotions quickly began to spiral out of her control, her power amplifying them slowly, like a cloud around her that would envelope those around her in them. They would feel what she was feeling, She flinched at Matteo's words and gentle touch. Amber eyes blinked at the spoon help before her before she quietly nodded and scurried over to stir, wiping away any moisture that may have lingered on her face.

She quietly stirred while Matteo was gone, the silence of the room was deafening in her mind as she desperately tried to calm herself down and regain control over her emotions. The returning fae offering her a small distraction, amber eyes shifting back up as he tended to Tetradore first in the way of offering him alcohol. More than anything she had to fight her desire to want to reach out and help him with her affinity, calm him and remove those emotions that stirred inside of him, but she knew it would only make things worse instead of better; she only wanted to help people, and helping Tetradore had gotten her into this situation. Matteo's words were hardly truthful, stirring was easy and incredibly hard to mess up, she knew he was just trying to lighten the mood. Amber eyes glance towards the drink he had taken a swig of and left in front of Tetradore, perhaps she should take some to help calm her anxiety and guilt, but it might also be better just to leave, she had already messed the evening up. "I think i've over stayed my welcome and it be best I go," she said quietly, receding back into the shell they had pulled her out of. She didn't want to seem rude for skipping out on the food, but it would probably be for the best she left and let be.