Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

The sand began to give way to little tufts of hardy grass that told Rhona they were getting closer to the river. Walking and talking with Pendragon made the time fly. She was very pleased that he was still on his paws and walking. She admired his strength. She was sure many others would have layed there upon the shore, wallowing in self pity...possibly even until death. She felt the courage of the handsome, golden eyed male, somehow instinctivly knowing that he was stout of heart and not one to give up easily. 

The frustration of leaving her pack fled far, far away as he leaned against her. His warmth, his scent...she could easily lose herself in his scent. She leaned back against him, shoring him up with her strength, in case he began feeling weak. She shook her head as he said he'd mourn her loss along with him. "Please don't trouble yourself over my past, Pendragon." She spoke softly. That anyone would say such a thing...it was very sweet, but adding to his suffering was the last thing in the world that she wanted to do.

Rhona stopped mid stride as the male pledged himself to her defence. No one had ever said such words to her...had ever cared enough to think of such things. She was shocked, awestruck even. She felt tears begin to prick the back of her eyes. Don't cry. Don't cry. She chanted to herself. She then smiled slightly at his tone, how could one not? True, she was capable of of defending herself, she thought. She'd never needed to yet. But the thought of someone else wanting to defend her, take care of her, touched her deeply. "Pendragon...I don't know what to say. Thank you...thank you so very much!"