Phantom Hollow Musn't Hurt The Precious!

for once, Judas didn't jerk back when she touched him. Perhaps he could smell the thing that Issun had smelled, but she wasn't here for that. The reason why she was here was because she cared about the insane being. She could feel his pain, his grief, and now she understood. Her eyes opened wide as he nuzzled her, little comforting pokes. It wasn't for long though, because as soon as their moment of understanding was over, he stepped back.

Malice kept her face toward the ground, her hind legs feeling weak, and she sat down. She felt lonely now that their bodies weren't touching anymore, but she could fight that. She had done so ever since Cog had left. A low sound made her snap her head up, a scarred face looking at the pile of fur that had nestled itself into a corner. He almost looked cute this way, not like Judas at all. If only she could cheer him up somehow...