Oystercatcher Tide Pools do not look for my heart anymore, the beasts have eaten it

The conflict of Skellige races across his face and she feels the pull of a smile only behind her eyes while the rest of her remains stoic enough to hide it. Her ears droop once he backs up, losing the line of faith she thought she’d been able to hook into him. Ksenia doesn’t allow the distance to remain and quickly, what he’d retracted, she opposed with a few steps forward in desperation. 

“You don’t get it,” she says, a throaty cry held back and she struggles to keep her silvered gaze upon his anger. “She won’t—she didn’t give me Alpha.” She strains against an urge to sob, shaking head and exhaling a deep breath. Ksenia lifts her head and grinds her teeth, expecting pity to be displayed across his face. Wiith one final persuasive push:  “After what yo—” she sucks in a breath—“happened, she doesn’t think I’m fit.”