Heron Lake Plateau shadow, my sweet shadow

He didn't know what she'd seen and could only focus on the now.  Without her, there wouldn't be a family at all -- it'd just be him all alone again.  But Raven really was back.  And there she was speaking, touching him.  Good, was all he could manage.  There was a slight shudder to his breathing that she could probably feel as well as hear. He stood up abruptly, taking another deep breath as he took the couple of steps to retrieve the bird, moving it up closer so she could take it, For whenever you're ready.  There was a shakiness to his voice as well, but he was doing his damnedest to suppress it.  Quixote took a few deeper breaths as he tucked himself back against her where he'd been moments before.

Quixote had pulled himself together a little.  Is there anything else I can do?  To help you heal or anything.  I got more plants and stuff too.  I think.  It was probably pretty obvious that he was kind of out of his element and would grasp at anything to return her to normal.  To make it so nothing happened.  I should have been there to stop it.  Well, no.  There wasn't any sign that anything bad was going to happen.  There was no reason for him to have been there, but that didn't stop him from desperately wanting to change what had occurred so that she of the unblemished figure could have remained so and he would have taken the blows.  That was how it should be.