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He wanted to feel remorse for not knowing her. And he had, in the past. But it wasn't anything he did--or could have done. 

Her paw was cold. Even through his thick coat, he could feel the icy water permeate. But the gesture was warm. He offered a flicking tail, but his expression remained unsure. 

He'd spent plenty of time searching for a reason, or creating one for peace of mind, and every time landing on the reasoning that his father was an ass. Nothing else seemed to make sense. 

But he could sit. He could do that well enough without subjecting his body to the crude pain of ice beneath his fur. Maybe in the spring. 

"When it's warmer," he assured her. He truly did want to resume lessons. 

But he was cold now--the parts of him that could still feel cold, and he could only imagine the Obsidian was damn-near frozen, too. 

"I caught some fish earlier. If yer hungry. An' you should get out of the wind until ya dry off.. so ya don't get sick."