Redsand Canyon You're just like an angel

He was quiet while she spoke, not at all surprised by her bossy tone. He actually felt a spark of amusement while she told him what he was to be doing. Warmth spread through his chest when he heard the protectiveness in her tone and in her words. He had only been thinking of his fear of losing her, but she had the same fear about him. He carefully adjusted as she brought another pelt over, leaving room for her to lay next to him. 

When she settled at his side, she tried to convince him that this was out of his control, and that she was fine. He wouldn't be forgiving himself any time soon, but he could table his guilt for now. Especially with the soft way she told him she felt better with him here. He nuzzled into her nape and drew in her scent; it calmed his anger and loosened the knot of shame. I am glad to be back, too, he murmured against her fur. I missed you. With everything out in the open now, he could finally take time to appreciate her presence, her warmth beside him, her careful tending to his wounds. She deserved so much better than him, but now he refused to let her go. He needed this too much, and he wasn't sure what he would do without her. I will do as you say, he told her gently. But you should be resting with me as much as you can. You have helpers for a reason. He knew she had been pushing herself to do her job; it was just how she was.