The Tangle Got a secret, can you keep it

Unknown to the water they approach, he’s still in a world of his own as he sees the female rush forward. His muscles twitch in instinctual urge to chase after her, automatically assuming she’s trying to run off and escape his presence once more. 

His eyes shoot to the girl as she romps along the grass to the stream ahead. Deep enough to hug most of her body at her height but would only cover up to his elbow-shoulder area. The water dances and curls around her body and droplets splash around tinted a sickly blue by the moon along with her fur. His glowing orbs ease along her smaller form as she bathes. Then she just stands there–unmoving and he too holds his breath wondering what’s wrong for a moment. Then as it hits him, he realizes she’s reliving what he’s done to her, how he’s violated her, the horrible words he spoke.

He clutches his pride to his chest, careful not to let go. Yet, he finds himself loosening his grip as he watches her lose herself to her demons once more. A sob choking past her lips so quietly he can’t hear it, but he can see it on her face and that makes it so much worse. He stands there, muscles twitches for a different reason–to sidle over and comfort her. He doesn’t though. He stands there, averting his eyes even though his ears still listen intently for any more sounds.