Hushed Willows Here's where you're wrong: she was already perfect.

Cue the next prion symptom. Mood swings!

Stark - she murmured through his words, but was cut off as he spoke. She listened and she moved to him, watching him, feeling such strange things within herself; like a switch had been flicked, and her sadness was suddenly gone. She was filled with some kind of sensation - adoration, maybe, or the easing of her worries, but tenfold. The more he spoke the more she watched him, and then as he made mention of her strength, she was looking away and down, at the ground. If she could've blushed she would have. Stark, she finally managed, brushing her shoulder against his and nuzzling in to his neck fur, as if this entire episode of sadness and worry had never happened; she burned now, but she didn't know why, and didn't really care.

Lets get out of here, she spoke through his scruff, forgetting about the goose, and her son, and all the things that had worked her up so much the past few days. Not.. Permanently, she breathed him in and then withdrew, watching his face to see if he understood what she was asking. Find somewhere quiet... Together.