Silvertip Mountain Not to young

Zaria was on the floor, she wasn't getting up! All of a sudden the fight-lust left him and he realised that he may have subconsciously hurt the woman he loved. With pain in his eyes and his expression one of express sorrow he moved quickly towards his lover; his lifeline. "My god, I'm so so so sorry!" He began speaking before he was moving, finishing his words just as he came within lunging distance of her. As he took those last few steps, getting to the range where she would be able to reach him with paws, he began to lower his head and started to speak.

"Are you okay, Zaria?" He had never had a nickname for her, she called him Fitz and Mason sometimes called her Zari; should he? It was odd how random thoughts fluttered through your mind in an instance and then gone before you fully recalled that you were thinking them. Almost as if they were memos filed away for another day.