Dawnlark Plains the truth be told you need it more than you thought

the silence had grown around them once more, the two former lovers staring awkwardly away from each other, neither one knowing what quite to say. finally, aditya dipped his muzzle, smiling softly. "you're welcome," he rumbled, nosing the woodchuck a little closer to where she lay.

with a curt nod of goodbye, he turned to pad off, to resume his duties for the day. something within him made him stop, half-spun away, and he craned his neck to look at her, his eyes open and guileless.

"i'm sorry for the way things fell apart," he said, voice a little hoarse. "i could have handled it better." he thought of the venom he'd spat, the look of shock that had painted her face. aditya had never wanted to hurt her; he had acted spitefully, fueled by rage and pain. it was not among his finest moments.

and one could argue that dawn had started it all, to begin with, by sleeping with the man, still unknown to him. but aditya was not one for grudges. he apologized first, thought about it later. no good came from bad blood. arguments kept him awake at night, and resentments made him miserable. some might think he was justified, for fucking alarian, then throwing it in her face--

but it was not his way, and he was sorry for it.