Lion Head Mesa But right now, I wanna be not okay

The slump of his frame. The utter pain in his voice. She could bear it no longer.

He, a man she had not long known, took her out of nothing and made her into something. How could she possibly suffer so? And to make matters worse... alone.

Body low, she crawled closer. She was careful, eyes wary for the event that he may object to her close proximity.

If he were to allow it, however, Sokha would draw her body along his and place her snout into his fur, nuzzling it in gentle motions. In this moment, she only wished to offer him comfort and solace. The query he rasped was all but forgotten, for her thoughts were transfixed on the softness of his fur... the warm scent that caught past that of the many drinks he'd had... the heavy thrum of the heart hidden deep within the chest. She eventually closed her eyes, leaning against him without a care of who he was. If this were to bring shame upon her, so be it.