Blackfeather Woods White rose petals

He could hear the tint of worry in her voice.
But he was sure in himself that Mephala would accept his friend.
Why wouldn't she, if she believed and cared?

He could feel her eyes on him, and he looked to her as she spoke.
Rowan's head canted, gaze questioning. How could she say such as thing?
"But you are strong, Marisol." He wondered how she couldn't think so.
"You survived if you were weak you wouldn't." The weak die, the strong struggle through it all. He guessed her brother was just weak, and she blamed herself.
Like he did. Had done.
"I can help train you if that's what you want though," he smiled, hoping she'd say yes. She was fun and he liked spending time with her.