Stavanger Bay is it the sea you hear in me, its dissatisfactions?

his silence wounded her, bot not because she was offended by it; she simply understood, in her own way, the devastation of losing something you had thought you could not. and he had lost more! deirdre had no words for that, herself, and she gestured toward the calm swell of the evening; the ocean was his home, and she wanted to embrace it, and for him to begin the process of his healing. so much was unknown in life, but deirdre knew one thing for certain: she loved this man before her, and she would do anything to bring back the ferocity of his feral spirit. his quiet was unnerving, but it was because of the hurt that caused it rather than his characteristic stoicism. do you want to begin, now? truly, a wolf could only begin to heal if they were willing.