Silvertip Mountain Thanks For The Memories

FitzDutiful wracked his brain at the question, trying to decide if he'd ever felt that. Maybe with Raissa, but then he looked back at that and just felt angry at decisions he had made. Not ones he hadn't. He did and said nothing, though, letting Chaska speak and say what he needed to.

FitzDutiful let silence sit for a moment before saying anything. Then he chose to tread carefully, he was fearful of saying the wrong thing. "Sometimes, things happen. For no good reason, but you find a way to adapt it and help better in the now. I'm sorry that happened to you, but have you thought of making it your strength? Of training yourself in warrior or warden skills so you can ensure it never happens again." He took a breath and said his last little bit.

"You're part of my family now, but if it worries you - scares you - make it a strength so you no longer feel like a victim." FitzDutiful pressed his side against Chaska, trying to lend him physical support to go along with the emotional.