Herbalists' Cache [m] tejano blue

There was no hate in his eyes nor his words, only the feeling that they were at a crossroads. Selfishly, Tulugak had already chosen which path she would take, and it seemed Arkadiy intended to follow - something she was reluctant to let him do for fear he would become another ghost in her closet.

"You are right," softening, she moved to place her paw atop his. Arkadiy had, unknowingly, given her a scapegoat and she had chased it like a hound to the flesh. "Perhaps, nothing will come of this. We can be content knowing that- that this was just a happy accident." 

She refused to think of the alternative.

At his relinquishment, her own head shook in response. She ought to comfort him, to knock some sense into his head but found her tongue inexplicably heavy. It pained her to realise she could think of more things she didn't want him to do than the opposite. Instead, she came to ask: "Will you stay with me tonight? I do not think- I do not want to be alone."