The Wall sammy was low, just watching the show

his thoughts were rudely interrupted by a pair of paws coming dangerously close to his face and a gasp of air, and aditya had been so detached from reality that he didn't realize it was dawn for a good couple of seconds. once he did, though, he lurched to his feet and thrust his weight half-underneath her, ready to slide her over his broad back lest she slip from the overhang.

but she soon regained her balance, and, feeling more than slightly sheepish, drew his head and shoulders back and took a few steps in reverse, giving her more than enough room to sit next to him. he settled on his haunches, silent for a few long moments.

when he finally managed to get sound up his windpipe and through his lips, he gave her a rueful apology, in two simple words: "i'm sorry." and he was, he supposed, for much of what had transpired over the past day or so. for giving her concern, by skirting off without telling her. for acting a complete fool in front of aviana. and for fleeing the scene, like a coward.

but aditya felt enough like an idiot already. he hoped she wasn't here to further hammer home that point.