Redsand Canyon Spare me your Degradation

The sudden emotion caught his ear, and Killdeer turned toward Reyson, his face scrunching in question. It slacked into sympathy—he didn't know what ailed his fellow soldier, but whatever it was, it clearly bothered him, and that wouldn't do.

It is worth everything, he responded, and gave Reyson a gentle nudge. Especially here. Do you. . .wanna talk about it?

He'd never tried to draw a man's soul out, at least not consciously, but he mustered his patience here. He liked Reyson, and he felt a lot brewing under the soldier's surface. He swallowed, hoping he hadn't said the right thing, and planted his paws, not moving any more.