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The entirety of her own tumultuous weeks had been more or less easily guessed by these few words she offered. He considered this—knew of his fondness for her, and held her in his embrace for a moment more, wondering if she knew she could seek him out at any time for a willing ear.

He could only hope she had another to help her through this—but something told him she didn’t. Not in the same way he could rely on Arric.

She drew back to seek his eyes, and he released his hold on her now—his own gaze softening, a dark cloud placing upon his brow as his concern was apparent for her. “So, Crowfeather and Germanicus are happy… Ash Paw is happy… and your pups are happy.”

He gave a wane smile—sad, that did not quite reach his eyes. No rest for the wicked, indeed. “So what does that leave you as?”