Deepwood Weald When pride gets in the way

I just want to hug the fluffy ball of sadness

She watched him slump down again and listened to him, pitying him beyond belief and something tugging at her chest to help him. She didn't know how though -- she was almost tempted to agree with him that he was cursed. Again, she tried with what she had. "Maybe all the females you liked weren't the right ones," she suggested softly, though she still held on to the hope that Haven was the right one for him. She looked down into his saddened pale blue eyes and the tugging increased, followed with something like a flutter.