[ Charlie leans into his touch some, eyes almost closing. There's her own sign of contentment, a faint hum that lasts only a second as a slow smile spreads across her face at Rocky's growl. ]

And I'm part of your pack?

[ This is kinda surprising, never mind the fact that he's said it a few times already. ]

We have exaltation's. That's what we call our loved ones, the people we consider ours.

[ She's quiet fora moment, thinking over how Rocky's presence since everything went south had been soothing and settling. Steadying. ]

You're part of that.