Northstar Vale Pónos

Reyson couldn't bear to look at her, but he also couldn't leave her. So with a stiff jaw, and misty eyes he shifted and moved near the mouth of the den, and ear pricked back to listen. He was grappling with his own self-worth and he had thought they had been exclusive, but perhaps he was wrong. Very wrong. He didn't know where to go from here.

Though what he did know was now was not the time to speak on it. She needed to heal. As much as he loved her, and oh he did. Perhaps not with the same all consuming love that had been Renaud's, but it was there all the same. He wanted her well and healthy. Wished her nothing, but the best no matter how hard it hurt. And not matter what part of her life he had.