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can't fix it. she hadn't expected him to. he owed her nothing. she could give nothing in return. so there was a certain level of appreciation held in him for at least wanting to try.

his next words earn a slow, approving stretch of a smile across her face. protective — yeah, she thought that fitting. "that's not a bad quality to have," she replied softly as her eyes swept over the assembly of scars he carried.

pale ears twitched, a burst of wind ruffling fur and the air between them. "no." how long had it been since she'd been so honest with herself? "your company is appreciated."

how long had it been since she had company to share?