Whitebark Stream Just Take my Hand, hold it tight

Her heart broke. The poor girl had lost so much. "Min..." she murmured softly. "Look at me." Her blue eyes were soft, searching. "I made a promise to take care of you. Nothing you say or do will ever change that." She knew what it was like to be alone, to lose everything and everyone. "I made the den bigger...so you don't have to sleep alone anymore if you want. But for now,"  She gently nudged the young fae towards the river. "A bath will do you good. And I can find a burr to brush out the tangles. And then we can catch some fish."