Bearclaw Valley go find another lover,

tvar listens, his sharp gaze flicking to her as she speaks of her healing abilities—or her perceived lack thereof. his brow raises faintly at her scrunched nose, but there’s no judgment in his tone as he replies.

you’re doing more than most would, trained or not, he signs as well as speaks, something that was becoming a habit, his tail giving a faint flick of approval. willingness to help matters just as much.

her question about towhee jr softens his expression further, the stoicism fading into something gentler. she’s doing well, he signs, a small, almost private smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. strong as ever.

her offer earns a thoughtful pause before he nods. she’s stubborn—probably won’t admit it, but i think she’d appreciate it. i’ll let her know. the mention of doting earns a faint huff of amusement from him.