Redhawk Caldera native boomerang

When she reached out to stroke beneath his eye, Peregrine allowed it. His gaze fell to his feet and he sighed, his anger leaving him. He just felt terribly torn up and sad... and guilty now too. He turned his face sideways and gave Fox a small, apologetic nudge. He had meant what he'd said: it would be worth it in the end, it was just going to be a difficult road getting there.

After taking the time to sniff back his tears and let his face dry in the chilly air, Peregrine murmured, "You know what would help me right now? Some good old-fashioned love." He offered a crooked smile. "But I don't really have the energy for it," he admitted, looking away, over the land. "And, unfortunately, I don't know of a way for us to get busy without me doing the majority of the work. Unless..." His eyes sneaked back to her and he wiggled his eyebrows. Paired with his wet, red eyes, he looked a bit like a sad clown.