Redsand Canyon Whatever makes you happy

I am sorry, Aquene, he consoled. She sounds like she was a very good mother. Though he had no real frame of reference. Valette, his aunt, had been like a mother to him, but she had been stolen from him too, and before he was even a yearling. The only thing he knew of mothers was how much it hurt when they died. 

Talk of her father never failed to make rage surge within the scutarius. He was the reason Aquene had been with that psychopath of an ex, and he was the reason she still had to fear him. 

She kept saying she couldn't stop the bleeding and he thought his heart might rip in two. Whatever she was doing, he made her pause by pulling her into an embrace. It is not your fault, he whispered, reiterating his previous words on the matter. He wanted so badly to fix all of this for her, but he didn't know how.