As the monk watched her approach, his features melted. He wanted nothing more than to have her accept him as a father, as something, but it was never something he'd push upon her. When she flinched away from the touch of his fur, he frowned. Something was ailing her and he could not comfort her. He stared at her sadly, knowing she wouldn't be able to see him, and hoping she wouldn't sense it. She started to speak and he listened carefully. Her flat admittance that she couldn't see brought a chuckle to his throat but he stopped it before it moved into a vocalized snort. He didn't know she was capable of jokes but perhaps he just never talked to her enough to hear them.
He made a mental note to thanks Anemone for her patience and assistance with Dawa. Tenzin felt rather relieved that at least some of the pack members made an effort to communicate with Dawa, even it was for a moment. When his ward started to cry, something within the great monk's body twisted. He reached forward but stopped himself quickly. He couldn't lick the tears from her face. No doubt they'd burn her skin, but adding in his own contact would only make it worse. Instead, he watched her suffer knowing it was only a mental ailment - the one he couldn't cure. It had manifested itself somewhere deep within her, somewhere Tenzin couldn't reach.
Though the monk was the epitome of self-control, he swallowed hard. "You may do as you wish, Dawa," he said finally, softly, "This is your paradise, dear. 'Bruh and I will take care of the wolves who guard it, your only job is to enjoy your life. You have no duties aside from your own clerics." Even then, that was something she loved. It was where she felt most at home, or though Tenzin had always assumed. He only wanted her to be happy.
"You are by no means inadequate," he added confidently. "We simply placed you in a job that was not yours," he continued. "Even I am getting used to being alpha. It is a very big change for us. Do not underestimate yourself," he pleaded quietly, trying to keep his voice as warm as possible despite having to watch her experience tears. He refrained himself again from reaching forward. "Please don't cry," he whispered, "Those tears must burn you."
If the Dragon had come upon them know, Tenzin would be dead. The monk knew that the first thought to cross the beast's mind would be what Tenzin would have done to cause its Llam to cry. The monk's ears rested back and he let out a small whine. "We only want you to be happy, just... don't be afraid to let us know when you need something—anything," he said fondly. "Do you know what rank you'd like to have instead?"