Dawnlark Plains Tell me what you know about dark nights

She tensed in response to his affection, and he feared he had been too bold with his comfort--too assuming of her acceptance of his presence. But then she leaned into his nuzzle, offering him thanks he didn't think was necessary. He was going to tell her as much, but then her face was against his neck, and she was apologizing. There is no need for you to apologize, he said softly, lowering his head to embrace her. You have every right to be angry with me. He had failed her in more ways than one, and he wouldn't let her feel guilty about treating him the way he deserved. If anyone had the right to hate him, it was Myrren.