Hideaway Strath Quiet when I'm coming home

He can see the maelstrom of conflicted emotions swirling behind her sunset orange eyes and he does feel for her. Though he doesn’t care about Mal, he only cares about what happens because of Simmik. 

So he nods, agreeing with her first statement. “He won’t be happy, that’s for sure.” He comments dryly.

Yet as she continues Donovan sighs into her as she leans against him. He knows she wants the opportunity to speak with him. If he does anything he will give her that opportunity. He knows how big of a step this is for her and he knows she wouldn’t turn on him now. 

“Yes, darling, you will get to speak with him.” Kynareth promises against her. “I almost believe that he’s going to bring an army with him. No doubt that snarky coastal woman.” Comes his smooth voice, the desire to sneer comes to mind just thinking about the Siamese colored wolf. “Still, even if he does, we will not start a war with them. They aren’t the ones I have my eyes on anyhow.” 

Then he pulls back to look at her. “You will do well, Simmik. You’ll do what is right. I trust and love you, darling, just remember that when you speak with him.” A small, but sweet smile tilts his lips slightly upward. His golden eyes so soft as he looks upon her.