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She felt a chill lift the fur along her spine, and the bristling guard hairs at her nape feathered beneath his touch. She wasn’t sure whether to snap at him or allow the sensation. Wrinkles formed just above her nose, though she kept her teeth sheathed.

Being vulnerable, and getting sympathy for something that truly hurt was hard to manage. She felt her throat warm and tighten, and her cheeks flushed hot. Ancelin seemed both supportive and optimistic- and she felt suddenly very unworthy of his affection. 

She pulled away with a frustrated gasp. ”Thtoppit,” She could not fight the wriggling of her lips. She turned her face away fiercely, as her eyes began to brim with tears. ”Yuh too good to me.” She fumed. 

Prophet likely hadn’t intended to leave either. So if Ancelin did too…She wasn’t sure what she’d do with herself.