Sky starts thinking of Revoldo! :o Course, she would. Rev taught her how to comfort people in need, and a lot of her medical knowledge.
Sky followed him into the room, settling beside him on the couch with listening, attentive ears. She sat on her leg, facing him, leaning against the back of the couch with her side. As he claimed to be a horrible wolf, she frowned, reaching out and lightly touching his shoulder. "You're not a bad wolf. Everybody makes mistakes. We're only canine, it's not like we know the future before it happens." She was about to wade into dangerous waters here. Anything and everything she said had to be carefully watched, to make sure she didn't make things worse for him. He was obviously suffering.
How she hated seeing him like this. The love of her life, and closest friend, beating himself up over something that wasn't his fault. She rested her hand there, on his shoulder, and softly spoke in a whispering tone. "Tell me everything. Get it out." And oh, how she dreaded to hear it. She knew what was coming; he'd tell her a story about how he and Orin had spent the night together, clutched in eachother's embrace, forgetting the rest of the world. He'd tell her that he wasn't sure of things anymore, and that her fight with Orin had been completely pointless.
And then he'd ask her, as a friend, what he should do to make things right. And she'd answer, as a friend, the best she could, never once opening up to her own feelings for him. She'd be strong and sit there, comforting him, listening silently as he'd tell her about his distraught lovelife, and the whole time she'd suffer through it with a held tongue, because he needed her as a friend. Sky knew she'd always be doing this, and though she hated the idea of helping him move on with someone else, she knew if it made him happy, she'd somehow learn to survive.
Suddenly, as if a sick icing on her already horrible slice of guilt, memories came to her of her once beloved Revoldo. The mixed wolf had been an older lover for her back before she'd joined Cercatori D'Arte. He'd died silently in the night, without any warning. That love had been her first, and after that she'd promised never to fall in love again. Now here she was, with Revoldo's ghost haunting her mind, holding onto the hope that maybe she could do something for Shawchert, to make it better. Because she loved him.
Oh, Revoldo. You'd have known what to do. I'm so confused, but you... you've never once shown me any signs of my love for Shawchert being wrong. Why are you okay with this? She'd get no answer from her lost love's spirit. Her new and more felt love for Shawchert was the only thing that kept her there. Maybe the dead luperci had planned this all along? If so, damn you so hard, Revoldo. You're a monster under all that white fur.
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