Adelle was a beacon of calmness, and holding her was enough to calm the sadness that balled up in his throat and chest. Calming his present sorrow did not lessen the weight of his grief, however, and even her encouragement that it would get easier each day didn’t sink in to alleviate it. But he hoped he could get better rather than worse like his father; the death of Ayita was yet fresh in his heart, and he prayed that he’d grow stronger in the following days. He just needed to sort this all out and accept the fact that his mother wasn’t going to be in his life anymore.
He pulled his muzzle out of the girl’s fur when she said she’d be there for him, and a genuine smile tugged at his mouth, his green eyes softening. Did she have any idea what those words meant to him? He hadn’t been sure himself, once, but with so much in his life becoming fragile, he wanted her strength, wanted the thing he’d been too scared to name when they’d been together before. He cared about her a great deal, and he wanted some way to show it so that it wouldn’t fade away.
“Thank you,” Skoll murmured, his voice deepening slightly, though still hushed after the exhaustion of his suppressed sobs. He stretched up slightly to brush his muzzle tenderly against hers.
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