Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

Relief bloomed throughout Dante's whole body as he watched recognition of his own words form in Lumiya's eyes. All he hoped was that he'd done something good. If the boy could relieve even a sliver of the sorrow the girl was carrying on her shoulders, he'd feel a better man for it. The sylph had done more for Dante than the boy was sure he'd ever be able to repay her for, but he could damn well try. 

The fae caught him completely off guard with her push, and his stomach dropped as he felt himself lose balance, the young girl tumbling softly to the ground with him. His heart jolted with fear at the woman's cries and he quickly began to nose about the fur on the sides of her face, urgently but softly inquiring, Lumi, hey are you- He was swiftly cut off as he heard her poignant thank you, his heart fluttering with something bright and all-consuming as he gazed down to her. A sharp little laugh was pulled from him then, something joyous and bright before he snuffled his snout into the fur behind her ears, laughing against the top of her head and neck. Are you kidding me? Thank you,he spoke, disbelief coloring his voice. 

Dante wasn't exactly sure how he, a scrawny runaway from the edge of the sea, had managed to end up with the center of the universe against his chest, but he'd get lost a thousand more times if it meant finding himself right here again.