Broken Boulder may it follow you forever

He paused at the sound of Xahi's voice, relieved he had found her quickly. Yeah, The boy called back, turning to follow the sound and scent of her. It didn't take long to find her. As he approached, he swung the weasel forward gently so it landed at her feet, and offered a weary smile. Tired as he was, he could at least afford to fake it for her. She didn't deserve to carry his burdens, too.
How are you? Alarian glanced over her, tail swishing slowly. His tone was gentle, careful; part of him believed the girl might still be delicate. Sometimes, he still was— sometimes, he couldn't get Lennon out of his head. But many ghosts occupied the space there, and he had learned to deal with them long before meeting his latest failed lover. He worried that Xahi did not have the experience to numb this hurt, though; he worried that her wounds were deeper, and would take longer to heal. It had been that way for him, the first time, and he wondered if it was too soon to warn her there was more to follow. There was always more to follow.