Duskfire Glacier a dog can smell a lie you know

The anguish in Imaq and its depths was entirely unknown to the hotah, his only real chance at learning was through words alone but even then his understanding would fall short of truly knowing. What he did know was her bereavements kept haunting but Rye also knew his beloved was strong, hardy as an oak tree and although he worried for her, he also knew she would make it to the other side. The hawkeyed man smiled somberly, wanting to match her emotion rather than try to outshine and cure it with abundant happiness.
"I'm proud of you," He said earnestly. "I can't and don't wish to imagine your grief but I'm glad you are trying to see the good in things." Rye drew his head back peppered Imaq in quick kisses, wherever he could land them on her head. "But, on those days you are stuck I implore you to reach out to me. As I said before, I am here for you and that will not change. I love you too much to let you suffer in silence."