Moonspear the smallest steps bring about the most lasting change.

Fennec really hadn't been expecting him to come. Her heart leapt and she could have cried right then at that familiar voice, but she'd been enough of a mess for everyone these last few weeks that she wasn't about to make him deal with that too. Besides... as happy as she was just to have him even want to speak with her, she couldn't believe that he'd forgive her for the way she left. Maybe he was just here to make that clear.

She approached apprehensively, relief and fear co-mingling to make her feel a little nauseous. Her ears were back and she didn't approach him entirely, leaving him a good amount of space while she stopped and waited with sudden, heavy dose of dread. What if he actually did just... write her off?

Hey. Her throat was tight, and it came out a little shakily. Fuck, her heart was just hammering. He hadn't even said anything yet. She took in a breath and tried to calm herself down. I can't fucking freak out here. I can't mess this up worse than I already have. If he even gave her the chance.