Hideaway Strath Lend me a helping hand

He sucked in a breath as she approached.
She liked the spar. Of course, she did. 
But what had Kynareth taught her to expect after a spar? Because whatever it was she probably wasn't going to get it from him.

He flicked his tail, tilting his head as she lay down by him.
He didn't expect the question though.
He glanced away, thinking for a moment. Before, he would have just told of how Kynareth saved him from his own misery.
But now?

"The Saints are my family. Kynareth had the urge, and I could balance him. Make this functional."
He didn't want to leave. Even if he found Grezig, he'd try to get her to join. Too come to the safety of his family. Where her young - their young - wouldn't be taken, hurt, or lost.
He smiled to her. Kynareth lured her in somehow. Was she having second thoughts?