it's a small crime, and i've got no excuse

He had said it – the very thing on his mind – his clouded vision. Trust. Could he trust her, or not? But she did not back down – the little spitfire seemingly leveled him with a stare, the anger clear upon her usually delicate features. He felt a twinge at her response, his lip twitching as his eyes blinked down at her. “I never said I had a spotless record,” he muttered, feeling the anger deflate from him.

But there was something more in her words – aside from the blatant statement she made that she was by no means leaving.. which actually dawned upon the cinnamon Frostfur as a relief. “What did you mean by finding somewhere to raise them?” The question slipped past his lips, his gaze seeking hers out now as he remained still. “Our babies?” The end was a clarification – and despite everything, it seemed like such a natural question for him to ask her.