Redhawk Caldera But I can't fight anymore for you

Like a hailstorm tempering to rainfall, she switched from seeming volatile, to actually confessing a bit of what he believed to be a fear of hers. The dread that things would never get better and hell- they sure had been through a lot together thus far. But he wasn't willing to submit to the belief that life would always be like that. There would be peace for them, a place for them to be happy. 

"No," He said softly, assuming she was asking him to let her go for good. "There will be a place, and a time, where we'll be happy. It won't take forever. There'll be shit, too, but things...We'll make them get better. Together. If...If you need that promise from me now, to be your mate, then I'll do it, just...I dunno. Can we maybe postpone the sort of....honeymooning stuff just a bit? I just...I wanna celebrate Fenn I'm just honestly too exhausted to do....Stuff." he answered somewhat lamely.