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

He loved her —
And maybe it was too soon, maybe it was ill-advised and foolish and thoughtless, but — I love you, Reverie breathed past her tears, tucking her muzzle into his fur, taking in his scent and his warmth. His wife; his new beginning; his home. All of these things she promised to him in this moment, and more than anything Reverie hoped that the future he saw in her would bring him peace.
She hoped that she could be all that he dreamed of.
I didn't think I would love again, She confessed next, voice soft. But I - with you, I feel... seen. I feel safe. And I want to make you feel that way, too. What she wanted was to be the light that led him home, as he was to her. This, too, she promised with every press of her lips to his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. She trailed kisses slowly across his fur and hoped that he would feel every promise in them.