Noctisardor Bypass there’s comfort in my dark seat and chaos in the aisles

He could feel her tears, his own body rocking with her sobs as she cleaned them all. Artio did not like this heavy blanket of sadness, of pain, of detachment—he did not like it at all. Rolling onto his belly, all four paws stretching and reaching toward Druid, hoping to cuddle her face and dry her tears. She needed love herself, his poor momma.

All he wanted to do was hug her and tell her, in his own puppy way, that everything is okay, don’t be sad anymore. He is right here with her, always. 

His momma.