Morningside Cuesta ii. nine lives

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, his whole body seemed to relax. A long breath tumbled out of his mouth, and he shut his eyes and tilted back his head, thanking the Cat and Calf that nothing had happened, that she would be okay. He knew that his god was not always merciful, and he knew that he had more strikes against him than others. Perhaps more than most.

He was still angry. He was still trying to understand why Khoe had refused to answer him, why she hadn’t been as worried about their daughter as him. He wanted to argue more, but the dream had been unsettling - they almost always were - and part of him wanted to talk about it, even though he didn’t want to act like he was okay with what she’d done.

The male gazed at her for a moment, weighing his options, before letting out another sigh. “It was weird,” he began, looking down at his paws. “It started off, and the kids were all tiny again. You must’ve been out, ‘cause it was just me with all six. They were causin’ trouble, Addie was playing by herself. Or sitting by herself, I guess. And I turned to her, and she said - ”

He screwed his eyes closed, trying to remember, but found himself drawing a blank. Looking back at Khoe, he simply shook his head. “She was mad at me. She’s always mad at me, in my dreams.”