Ocean's Breath Plateau kestrel

Hope you don't mind me <3 got some developments to get going

Marina mirrored her husband's warm look in spite of the exhaustion which clung to her like so much cold water laden heavy in her fur. It was good to see him well again. That alone revived her some.

But her own gaze was often clouded of late. Even her protests against Chakliux's insistence on fishing were weak, subdued; eventually she gave up and trailed him with a disapproving look — but one still filled with affection. She settled along his side, pressing her flank to his and leaning her head against his shoulder with a soft sigh.

I'm happy to see you improving, Marina murmured quietly. Under the words lurked what she would not say: but I'm not. And I don't know that I will.

Let him heal first, she told herself tiredly. Let him heal before I wound him again.