Ouroboros Spine every day it's getting higher

Valiant gave a swift shake of his head.

"Don't worry about forgiving her just yet," he said, his voice firm. "Let's start with wantin' to. Or wantin' to want to. Let her apologize. You've got good reasons to be angry, and you ain't just moondoe right now. You're her sister. She let you down. She put herself in danger. It's her who's gotta face you."

He felt great tenderness for Ariadne, even if she was not a wolf he'd been given many chances to actually like. She was a wayward sister, and now she was a sister returned. The parallels would not leave him, but neither did he forget the differences in his and his wife's situations.

"Let her come to you," he suggested. "And then hold back until you've heard what all she's got to say for herself. After that..."

He felt some trepidation. His wife was a fierce woman.

"Well," he said after a moment of uncertain silence, "it ain't as though she don't deserve a piece of your mind."