The Sunspire [m] Lying in the dark with a wake curled over my head

never fear i an the king of un-plotlocking

He had not been far when he heard the familiar patter of paws behind him. He'd been waiting near the precipice of the tallest mountain in the range, and for once he felt at peace rather than the chaos of the past weeks. Reverie's absence, however, was noted; and unappreciated.
But at the same time, a frustrated bitterness had been brewing. What were they doing? Why were they such a fucking mess? And he still wasn't over—
Hey, you, he greets her with the same, lazy smile; tired, worn. I see you finally got yourself outta them tumbleweeds down south, huh?
She looks concerned, glassy-eyed, and he notices immediately. Why're you cryin', sweetheart? What's the matter? instantly does he sweep her into his arms, as if he hadn't just been cross with her mere moments before. He's frantic, almost; cautious. You don't gotta cry.