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Fennec wanted to argue. He didn’t need it… but she did. Because if this was how things went after a year apart, she couldn’t see next time going any better. Because the longer they spent separated, the less she knew him, and next time he might come back a stranger. Because she missed her brother, and the wolf in front of her now…. She already hardly recognized.

But she was tired of fighting, and she could hear in his voice it wouldn’t do any good. He needed to do this and would do it regardless, and she could either support him or lose him entirely. She could hide the fact that it already felt like she had, for his sake, if she needed to.

Fine. Just promise me something, okay? Promise you’ll trust me too. You don’t need to protect me. You haven’t needed to, not for a long time. Her ears went back, and all of the tension left her as she let the entire thing go. I meant it, when I said I hope you find what your looking for. I wouldn’t lie about something like that. I’m just going to miss you.

She needed to let go of the closeness they’d had, the idea that it was something she needed to look to recapture. It wasn’t something Fig wanted and if she loved him, she needed to accept that. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t going to be, but she could at least pretend like it was in front of him. She’d always been a pretty good liar.