Moonspear What Have I Done?

She was still peering intently at the sky, missing him turning to gaze at her. Suddenly she felt a weight on her shoulder, wetness pressing through her fur and into her skin. She craned her neck to look at Judas, concern flaring. "What's wrong?" She wanted to joke about seeing something in the sky, that it couldn't really be that bad. She couldn't bring herself to do it though, that foreboding feeling from the night before rose back into her throat.

She leaned into Judas' weight, eyes wide and confused. What happened? What was wrong? Did it have to do with what they'd talked about on the journey, or was she still assuming? She swallowed thickly, partly nervous and partly ashamed of herself. "Judas. Judas, please calm down. Whatever it is...y-you're home now." He was safe here, she wanted to say. But if he himself were the problem, how could he ever be safe?

Her heart thudded in her chest, her stomach rolled. Somehow she knew what he was going to say was something big. Something that would change things. "Please, don't cry. Can we fix it? Can we fix whatever it is?"