Moonspear Star Fall

Alaric had not thought much of his relationship status in years. He had no strings and a part of him liked that. But the scars from what the male had done. Well, they were still present, and he kept his heart locked and barred. None had looked deep enough to find it. And that was okay. He still cared for them all in his own way.

He thought about it, if memory served the first time, he had met her. She had been having trouble, he was fairly certain. But he had met so many in such a short time, perhaps not. But he nodded, pretty sure. 

Come along then. Would you like to lean? Or be carried?

 It would not be easy, but he could certainly put her across shoulders to carry, but he could also offer his side to lean against.