Hayley notices the tenseness that comes across from the girl. "The feeling of loss, of needing to make things right - I know that feeling." She had blood on her hands as well, the pack that had sold her out - that had traded away the life of her child for their own ability to control their shifting. Something that werewolves had been dealing with for centuries - that had been part of them. To press a value to that, to make it a simple exchange. She didn't regret what she did, but she did feel remorse for the lives that were lost for such a selfish reason.

"Are any of them here?" She tries to press a small bit, just hoping to see if she can try to dispel some of her nightmares with the thought that they won't be here to take action against her.