The Sunspire love, oh lord, my love

he had moved to greet her sweetly, affectionately, as he always did. but... her face-- her expression-- her voice. terance stood still where he was, his body running both ice cold and red hot. something was wrong. and terance didn't know what. 

"of course," he said gently, ears pushed back-- though he moved them to cup forward to hear what she had to say. his browed were knitted, expression laced with concern. "is everything okay?" why was he so afraid to hear the answer?