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Casmir didn't resist when Rowan pulled him closer. he leant into her embrace, letting his head be nestled into the plush fur of her chest -- the boy gave a small sigh and closed his eyes as a deep knot of pain inside him began to unfurl. he didn't let himself weep over Lasher, not yet, but he as quickly discovering a thick distance that had formed inside him with himself and his family. first Connie; Eilidh followed her littermate, and now his baby sisters were off across the land trying to rule.

"i don't feel very great," he muttered against her pelt. he found the edges of his deepest want and touched them inside the cavern of his mind, and it came to him. "i need to apologize to Constantine." the reason for his anger had not been Aria's actions, but that Rowan carried the last of Lasher in her belly, and had been mistreated for it, not celebrated like Casmir thought she should have been. the boy cared fuck-all that his dad had found someone to comfort him after his mate had disappeared -- why should that be held against him?

Casmir realized too late that he was nuzzling into the velvet of Rowan's chest, breathing in the scent of warmth and milk that surrounded the woman. how could Lasher have resisted this? a witch who came to him and opened her arms to soothe the hurt in his heart. the boy pulled away abruptly and cleared his throat, refusing to touch on the moment with words. "and i should find Eilidh and tell her i love her. i guess .. i just need to go on a trip."