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She turned to him, her eyes a shade duller than usual, her smile barely reaching them. His wife asked for space and he would give it to her, despite his own want to pull her into himself. 

Though she didn’t show it, Noctaryn felt something shift. Good or bad, he couldn’t tell. Regardless, he would stand at her side to weather whatever was about to come their way.

Of course, anything you need. He pressed a reassuring kiss to her brow before turning to pad into their den. From inside, a muffled peel of child laughter could be heard as the silvered male spooked his daughter, tickling her into a fit.