Swiftcurrent Creek stay with me, my blood, you don't need to run

His words were met with only more crying, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds against the surge of guilt he felt at seeing her so upset. Alessia, he whispered, tears threatening to form in his own eyes as he opened them again to look at her crumpled form. Every part of his being was urging him to walk back over to her and comfort her; it was such a strong need that it outweighed the hurt he had felt when she snapped at him just minutes ago for being too close. He slowly padded to where she was crying, a soft whine moving from his lips. Hesitantly, he lowered his nose and very softly touched it to her cheek if allowed, knowing it was highly likely she would respond with teeth. He didn't know what else to do, though, and he couldn't just stand there while she was bleeding and sobbing; he was pretty sure his heart would explode from his chest if he didn't at least try to console her.