Dragoncrest Cliffs for all the sacred selfless days

i walk it off, he was indeed about to answer, but it was clear that said action was not helping cheri a bit. his heart hurt as she sat and cried, and came closer to her—near enough to embrace her, if she wanted, but at enough distance to piss off if she did not want his pity.

you may need some healin', lafayette said, lips drawing tight to one side in indecision. maybe your manman or mine could help.

and yet, he knew that she would be loath to employ adult attention to her injury.

or it may stop hurtin' soon? he added weakly, with a shrug of his scrawny russet shoulders.

he shuffled her toward aid, making sure embarrassment was well behind them. she was just exploring, after all, and the earth could be cruel.