Overture Downs No matter where I sleep

As she asks for his company, his first reaction is joy that, while masked, is still evident in his expression. Then, his heart and head curl inward, and he hesitates. He had spent so long creating barriers, being cut off from others, not allowing anyone to get close enough to hurt if they turned their back on him. Although he sensed that she was different, that she understood, those ingrained fears came rushing to the fore when he began to step towards her. Accepting her offer would be the closest he had come to someone since Viggo's pack, since her. And while his heart cried desperately to accept, to give into the comfort that he craved as much as any of his kin, his head simply balked at the idea. It didn't help that she had decided to whisper again, trying to turn him away.

But even as his head turned away, it also turned towards the woman before him. He knew that she seemed to need the company as much as he did, that she had suffered as much, if not more, than he had. And he knew, logically, that it would make little sense for such a soul to betray him.

Eventually, the heart won out, and Sorin crossed the stream to her side, trotting over and laying down beside her in the cold night, his body pressed against hers. And as he turned his gaze towards her once again, he made a promise to himself, that he would not leave her unless she asked him too, or she seemed to not need him. He had an innate feeling that she needed someone who could understand her hardships, understand the pain of betrayed love. And while such a promise would create an inevitable connection, Sorin knew she was worth the risk.