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She was beautiful, even in her mourning, her pale eyes soft against the shadowed merle pelt. But her face was sad, stone in expression and lacking the energy that was so normal present whenever he looked at her. It made the anger all the more threatening, banging at the door of his composure. He couldn’t live with her like this, not without seeking revenge on the one that cause her this sorrow, not without trying everyday to bring her out of this depression. His heart’s beat was slow, calm despite the rage. She made him so, gathering his pieces and fitting them together to run smoothly and without a hitch. It was because of her that he did not search for the King, it was because of her that his effort could not be placed towards a kinder solution.
She stirred, in the smallest of ways. His gaze widened as he took in the smallest of details. Sightless eyes blinked, folded ears twitched. Then, like she was in a dream, lost in a haze of depression so deep that it blinded her mind as much as her sight, she moved with caution and hesitation. She tried to speak, amber eyes watching her lips and his heart sinking at the sight of their falter. Her words were heavy with her ragged breath. His brown lowered once more, his own face drooping at the sight of her tears and the sound of her pained voice. He could hear the crack of her used vocals, the crying having wracked through her throat for days on end.
I know. He spoke, quickly and with compassion. He knew she was here, knew she would not leave him. He gave soft shushing sounds, his other hand moving to hold her face in place. He tipped it gently, wanting to see the eyes that need not bleed with salty tears. As he looked into them he felt his own heat with the sorrow that all of this brought him. It’s okay. I know you don’t want to be sad. Heath encouraged, saying the same words he had been saying for the past weeks. He was here, and it was going to be okay. Softly he stroked her cheek, the fur damp and matted. Fingers of his light colored hand brushed the fur of her mane from her face, You know I love you, and you know we can get through this. Simple words, pushing the knowledge that he knew she had in her mind. Things that she just needed to believe, and needed to hold onto.
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