Bearclaw Valley Toughen me up!

:D

The smile vanished immediately when Raziel noticed that her face had contorted into disgust, something he rarely ever saw. Something was wrong, the Roman knew, though what it was was something he did not know yet. She began inhaling and exhaling sharply, causing his velvety silver ears to flatten against his sterling crown in worriness and fear. What was wrong? He stood there, frozen for a moment before he took a tentative step forward just to stop in his tracks once more. Confused and unsure. What could he do now? A healer he might be, but Raziel didn't know how to heal if he didn't know the problem.

A sadistic and terrible smile touched her unusually cold face now and she told him not to become her enemy in a very uncharacteristically icy tone. He steeled himself, eyes narrowed and stepped forward until his face was only half an inch away from her's, if she moved backward, he would move with her until he got what he wanted to. "Snap out of it," Raziel growled softly, nudging her cheek with his nose, not caring what she would think about it, involuntarily licking his lip as he did so.