Blacktail Deer Plateau lxii. i'm just a shell of who i was before

No fangs came to meet and rend her flesh from bone, no hackles raised, no atonement forced. 

Lótë's reaction was so unexpected that it nearly sent her reeling.  Why was this woman being so accommodating to her feelings, when those she lived with hadn't taken a moment to regard them?  But her look was so reassuring, in a way that Cerulean had never experienced.  It relieved her.

Thank you, she choked, unable to stop herself from releasing a sob.  Embarrassed, her ears flattened and her tail sank low.  I will return to you what has been taken.  I will make you whole.