Sleeping Dragon better creatures could love you, i know

She isn’t given time to feel relief when answered. Space? Brows knit together in concern and she has to lean in, ears cupped forward again, even when the tension repels her. The weight of all the questions building up nearly cause them all to spill out of her mouth but she reels back anyway to give her space. Thuringwethil hadn’t considered the comfort she shared with the girl until now, when it’s gone, when Wildfire very clearly lost that comfort in her presence. Her ears lay flat against her head, recollecting the last time she’d really seen her, and her teeth grind in worry.

“I’m… I’m sorry if I scared you last time,” she says, muscles tense and her own relaxation is sucked out of her that she’s done something wrong. “I just—” she sucks in a shaky breath—“I missed you.” A lump lingers in the back of her throat, too large to swallow, at the thought of hurting her friend. Slate eyes close and she takes another step back, weighing the notion of her own hurt and how she might be able to fix it. “Take all the time you need,” she finds herself murmuring as she turns to leave.