Blacktail Deer Plateau Be my mirror, my sword and shield

Dante was quick to offer something to help her with the taste, which Harlyn declined with a shake of her aching head.  "It's fine, thank you," she said, still holding her head low with her eyes shut tight, "You've done more than enough for me, I can't thank you enough..."  Swallowing hard, she steeled herself for the pain she knew would come in another sharp wave once she opened her eyes, which she did so that she could set her gaze upon her alpha.  The smile she shared for him was just a brief flicker before the wave came, followed quickly by the cold clutch of nausea to her stomach.


With a whimper, Harlyn shut her eyes again.  She forced herself then to climb to her feet, to close the distance between them.  "I'm sorry.. I just.. Can I just..." she murmured pathetically before she reached him.  Without a word of explanation, her muzzle found his fur and she tilted her head so that she could press it against his throat - seeking shelter from the light that somehow still infiltrated past her eyelids even with them tightly shut.  The pain would fade soon enough, she knew, but until then she needed somewhere to hide until she was well enough to find a more permanent shelter.