Northstar Vale I don't wanna hate you, kills me that I have too

Reyson didn't wear his emotions as readily as other's did, but he had always allowed Meadow to see them. Gods it hurt. He had done as wrongly as she had perhaps by not speaking with her, but he had been fearful that he would cause her healing to stutter and stall, if his emotions were too much. But he had been at the den mouth, hadn't eaten, hadn't slept. He had stayed there like a sentry. Had seen Antigone coming and going, Phox. He had heard her cries, but someone else was always there.

Finally, he turned blue eyed gaze to her, met her own with his. If she looked close, she could see the pain there, the hurt, and yet there was love too. He just wanted her to be happy even if it weren't with him. He just wished she'd have told him.

I have. I was fearful that my own conflicting emotions would stall your healing and that was not a price I was willing to pay.

He shifted and then down, down he went again, to his stomach, his paws outstretched, close enough to touch her if she wanted him too, but also keeping his distance in case she wanted that too and he studied her. Facing her now.

How are you feeling? I've heard your nightmares? Are they terrible? I'd have come to your aid, but Antigone was always there. And I don't wish to catch the aspiring healers ire.