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Her sudden words seemed to hit him in the face, but the inane surprise was quickly cloaked and drawn in and disguised under his skin. His immediate response wanted to smile and tell her to not be silly, but he did not take that step. He could see within her crimson eyes that she was being deadly serious; that this was something she truly felt and feared. The alpha could not fathom what could make her voice such a belief. She was growing up, becoming a young woman. These months between childhood and adulthood could inflict strange emotions that were hard to explain. The atmosphere changed, but he was glad this had come forth the way it had—he was glad that she seemed to trust him enough to entrust him with this truth.
The Soul male had carried similar fears when he was at her age. Perhaps these were natural insecurities that would pass, but he could not take it for granted. It was important to talk about these things. He did not wish for his adopted daughter (of sorts) to feel this way, for this was not true.
”Nayru,” the adult breathed gently, lilac eyes soft with a genuine veil revealing that he took the words she said now very seriously.
”Do you know why you feel this way?” He did not really wish to draw more out of her this way, but it was a question that searched for reason while he silently built up the words he wished to tell her—wished her to ensure her with. Of course she was good enough.
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Her sudden words seemed to hit him in the face, but the inane surprise was quickly cloaked and drawn in and disguised under his skin. His immediate response wanted to smile and tell her to not be silly, but he did not take that step. He could see within her crimson eyes that she was being deadly serious; that this was something she truly felt and feared. The alpha could not fathom what could make her voice such a belief. She was growing up, becoming a young woman. These months between childhood and adulthood could inflict strange emotions that were hard to explain. The atmosphere changed, but he was glad this had come forth the way it had—he was glad that she seemed to trust him enough to entrust him with this truth.
The Soul male had carried similar fears when he was at her age. Perhaps these were natural insecurities that would pass, but he could not take it for granted. It was important to talk about these things. He did not wish for his adopted daughter (of sorts) to feel this way, for this was not true.
”Nayru,” the adult breathed gently, lilac eyes soft with a genuine veil revealing that he took the words she said now very seriously.
”Do you know why you feel this way?” He did not really wish to draw more out of her this way, but it was a question that searched for reason while he silently built up the words he wished to tell her—wished her to ensure her with. Of course she was good enough.