Duskfire Glacier deep down, you hide a reason for shame

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— they are silent for some time. blackfell does not know that words exist.
he fears this might be their forever. silence, trapped inside a den that suffocates with pain and agony. with anger.
her touch upon his paw wrenches his gut. eyes drop to look upon the caress and he instinctively draws away from it, sucking in a tight breath, unable to look upon her face, or her in the eyes.
moving to sit near the entrance, delegating himself to the post of a guardsman. rest some more. he manages to rasp out, choking on the emotion that draws sword to his throat.
this guilt is crushing. he wears it like armor.