04-02-2008, 11:29 PM
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"I heard him call for us to escape." He tried to reassure her. He was probably just with a different group of survivors. "He's probably with a different group of people, the probably found an alternate route out." It was difficult to say it though, because Conri knew that it might not even be true. Still, they had to hope, and he wouldn't try and kill her hope by attempting to prepare her for the worst. It was possible he made it out, perhaps even with more of Naniko's family and more of Clouded Tears, and they were just regrouping in a different area. She was quiet for a time, and Conri could understand that, given everything that had gone on. She spoke finally though, wrapping her arms around him, and he pressed his nose against the top of her head, holding her tighter than before. "I was afraid of losing you." He admitted then, quietly into her fur. It wasn't spoken in a way that might imply that he didn't think she could take care of herself, rather in a way that he feared there was a possibility at all. Fingers drug idly through the fur on her back, feeling her, reminding himself over and over that she was with him and that they were safe. Finally, after a few moments of just sitting there, he pulled his head away from hers to watch her once more. "We should call them to us in the morning, let them know that we've decided to rebuild here." He said finally, nodding his head only just to reassure the decision to himself. "But first we should take care of your wounds, get some rest." Even if they had made it out, he was still worried for her health. |