Blackfeather Woods the good, the bad, the crazy

While Maegi patched up Cicero, Ramsay let both his mind and his eyes wander, at least up until Maegi declared that she wasn't going with them. His gaze was slow to turn back to her, but his ears had snapped forward the second she said it, and by the time his vision followed suit, he was frowning deeply. He was stunned into silence for most of Maegi's explanation; the only indication that he'd heard anything she said was the increasing depth of the lines carved over his eyes.

The only reason he allowed her to touch his cheek then was because he didn't know how to react, but it was brief contact before Ramsay pulled away from it, tail stirring uncertainly. Luckily for Ramsay, Euron mustered the words that he couldn't find on his own tongue, and cast her down with a shockingly cold decree. Ramsay agreed, more or less. A whine parted his lips briefly as he glanced between his siblings, his two pillars, but in the end he knew which one he would go with. Maegi had simply made herself too scarce in their lives in the days leading up to the war to have a stronger pull on him than Euron and Cicero jointly did.

"You lie," he said sadly as he pressed his ears back to his truncated neck and glared in her direction. "You care more about them than us. Wouldn't be scared if you didn't. I can't choose you if you won't choose us." There was nothing else for him to say, because Euron had already thrown the torch on that bridge, and Maegi herself had already lanced his heart. Ramsay wasn't as quick to retaliate as marvelously as Euron did, but he still turned away from her and trotted after his brother and father, leaving no room for her to seek comfort, at least from him.