Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

He was sorry, and he just "didn't like telling". Somehow that was supposed to make it okay, and her feelings of doubt and suspicion were supposed to just vanish? And they'd live happily ever after in their little segment of the world. Paarthurnax' thoughts turned to Scimitar and some of the last words he'd said alongside his plus for her to return to Swiftcurrent. Was this the beginning of her pain?

No. She wouldn't let it. Bit if she's known of her partner's contemplation to beat the crap out of her for being hurt by his sudden change of character, she'd have turned tail and ran. But Paarthurnax' heart was pure; she was all about second chances. She would not let it go so lightly, however, and she would bear it in mind should anything else... Strange, be shared with her.

"No matter where you're from," the crimson healer started, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips, "I stand by you. I would not have cared if you were Northern, or from an island, or even a different planet. I just want you, for you." She managed another step, and with a soft whine she reached her muzzle out in attempt to briefly touch her snout to the ashen Alpha's pale chin.