Sleeping Dragon Shackles around my wrists

Her ear twitched, swiveling around as she leaned over to listen to him as he whispered to Lorne the truth of his name. He did not offer his true identity nor did she ask it of him. "I will not tell a soul, they would not be happy to hear of your lie," she warned, it was unspoken that he must not tell anyone either.

Her spine straightened into a steel rod at his broken words. "You must try," she urged quietly, shaking her head slightly. "You can not just let them win. It all stands for nothing if you do: Lucani's aid, risking my life, you risking yours, your family's hope that they might see you again. It's all for naught if you just give up." Her words were hushed by the end, her hoarse voice cracking on the end. Her throat would hurt for her efforts at cheering him later, it was all well worth it.

Lorne moved closer hesitantly, licking a small wound on his shoulder comfortingly. It had never been a strong suit of hers, interaction, but she was no stone. Storm had struck something in her and she showed him a rare display of affection.