Broken Antler Fen let's show them we are better

He did not lash out, become angered when she spoke of the court. Instead, it seemed that his soft disapointment hurt all the same, though there was great relief that she had not driven him away. he spoke, and she remained silent, looking to him and listening raptly. Her muzzle dipped in the slightest to his statement, silent agreement to a question that had not been uttered. His eyes softened in the slightest, and she noted this as he continued. Her heart still hammered in her chest, as if it sought to flle the confines of her body, and yet his words brought an odd sort of relief. 

He spoke of faith, of not being better off without her. She allowed him to approach, his touch steadying her hammering heart a fraction. Was this change? It certainly felt like it, moreso than all those months on the Isle, were perhaps something within her had shifted, though not as quickly nor to the extent that the past while had brought. And then he offered a suggestion, one she took to gladly, and she realized with a start that there was an absence, of the weight that had been lingering upon her. The weight of things left unsaid, mistakes and words. 

"I would like that." she agreed, voice soft, yet steady. there was a moment in which she paused, before looking to him, her moon-bleached orbs meeting his verdant green ones for a moment. "thank you." The thanks were not just for what he had proposed, but for so much more, the extent of which she did not yet know. but he had caused much within herself to shift, to settle, and though she no longer knew with any certainty what the future would hold, she had to hope that it would include the man before her. she did not know where to start, but here seemed a pretty good place. she touched her muzzle to his cheek, returning his gesture, if he would allow her.