Lake Rodney little boy blue and the man in the moon

He wanted to help, he repeated, drawing closer to her lackluster fur. She allowed it, allowing a brief moment of hysterical despair at the state of her coat, of all the things she could worry about. She was starving, so far from home she did not recognize it, and the her she looked at was nothing. An escapee, a disgrace. But at that moment, with everything else looming over her head, she chose the smallest thing she could to worry over, because anything larger and the hysteria would consume her wholly.

She wanted to scream, beg him not to look at her. Kindness was not a thing she deserved, saved for young lords and the time they spent with their mothers. Not for the young women of the court, especially not for disgraced runaways. It was all so much, so much at one time and Sarnai had always been of a delicate constitution.

She put her foreleg over her eyes instead, a hysterical hiccup escaping her open jaws. With a tongue that felt like lead, she delivered the news she was sure of.

Cannot help...ahm disgraced. She could not accept it, even as her back legs, trembling hard to try and keep her weight up with all of it bearing on them, gave out, placing the young woman’s rear upon the ground.