“Why is Davin worried about me?” I asked incredulously. It was so nonsensical.
Ranulf shrugged, Something about you two not getting along well recently… he also asked me to have some… discussions with you about… well, about him becoming a Werezomfaevapagonymphinx. Plus, he has a habit of being unnecessarily concerned for you. Not as much for your safety as much for your happiness. He didn’t want you to be lonely, and as he couldn’t come… he thought he’d send your best friend.
I smiled grudgingly at that. Ranulf was my best friend. He was always sensible, calm, and open. He was always the most relaxed about the mind-reading. He never minded my unintentional intrusions. He frequently used them to talk to me, unlike others who continued to speak aloud as though it would somehow give them more privacy.
Ranulf was always easy with what I was. I wondered if this had something to do with the fact he had converted me to part-werewolf. If there was some inexplicable bond there that rid all uneasiness.