Silvertip Mountain I wonder if I've been changed in the night

Because Ursus needs you, she said softly, unsure how he would react. He had never been unkind to her, but she knew the ability existed within the bear king. Still, he needed to hear it. It was easy to get lost in grief and forget the world around you, but it was not healthy, nor would it aid them in their war against the Saints. It was unfair that he hardly had time to grieve the loss of his queen, but their war wouldn't allow him that time, hard and unforgiving as it was. Of course, he probably knew that far better than Arielle, but it didn't mean he didn't need the reminder. Boldly and perhaps stupidly, she reached over and touched her nose to his shoulder. It was a brief touch, but one she hoped would bring him some comfort if it was at all possible.