Blackbeak Bluff 'YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING.

so sorry for the wait! My daughter has the flu and I've been slammed with online courses for work.

the dog's head canted just so, lopped ears twitching slightly at his words. she had not considered that he might not be able to find even one small thing that did not ease his burdens.

"ye still grieve, aye?" it was only a whisper as it left her, her chin drifting down to pillow on her folded paws. she knew the feeling well.

her throat bobbed, silence falling between them like the snow from above.

"takes time, is all. it doesnae get better," she'd not insult the man by spewing the same lies she'd heard. she gave him the truth, harsh but hopeful -- like the entirety of the world around them.

"ye donnae return ta how ye were 'afore. an' ye donnae just heal from it an' carry on yer merry way." a sardonic imitation of a smile graced her freckled features.

"ye grow around it. day by day. it still hurts, aye. but not as much anymore. ye carry it and someday...ye find ye have gotten used to ta weight."