Blacktail Deer Plateau i won't move till you finally see.

Being afraid of the moth as well would've probably been less embarrassing for the male, though it would've made him a second damsel in distress, at least he would have been able to shrug off the ridiculous actions he displayed at the cave. Though he couldn't recall when on why he had started fearing closed spaces so much, he did remember the problems it had stirred a while back when he was still a growing child.

The bullying made by the other kids wasn't even the worst part, it was his mother's frustration what affected him the most. When in cold stormy nights she stayed up, begging him to come inside, tears camuflaged between the raindrops rolling down her cheeks as she watched her boy tremble like an idiot in the mouth of her den.

Leaving those thoughts aside, the male continued so prod the female, slowly leaning on her as he also shielded her from the winged demon that fluttered near the crumbling ceiling. By mercy of the non-existing gods in the sky, both made it out alive, not completely well but alive.

While Finley could be assured that the moth wouldn't give chase, it would be harder to soothe the male, who's eyes still shifted from side to side expecting the cave to reach out and swallow him as a whole. Her voice however, reached his ears in time to save him from having a breakdown. He looked down at her, his knees still shaky and his voice jagged, Gone for good, he tried to assure her, his eyes fleeting from the mouth of the cave to the crown on her head.