Overture Downs No matter where I sleep

His answering phrases only confirm what she had suspected - there was a story beneath the wounds inflicted upon his hide, loss behind that knowledgeable gleam that seemed to read the pain in her soul. 

Liri is the first to look away as he growls, uncertain if she had done something. 

Acceptance floods her veins. The Blackfoot offers no further submission in response to the soft rumble, only waits to see if a blow is coming. 

If another intended to destroy her, they were far too late. Kavik had seen to that. 

The healer seeks his gaze hesitantly after he speaks - the beginning of a kind smile lighting her features with forlorn beauty. It's always easier to focus on another's pain than her own. 

"We could be bad company together." One misfit to another, she was so tired of being alone.