so Eden sank to grief

Ohh Scarlett ;___;

The surprise in her crimson eyes faded to grief and she turned away, but this time Malachi did not draw his gaze from the snow queen's face. Her turn was abrupt, but she had not been quick enough to hide her welling tears, and the pain radiating from her body flooded through his skin. The scathing words he expected to flow from her mouth never came, rather she remained turned in silence, her voice no doubt stolen by the grief of her exile and the hazy future that followed.

There were a thousand things he could say to her, a million apologies he could give. Yet nothing could fix what he had done to her. Silence passed, and then Malachi reached toward her - a slow gesture, stretching his muzzle toward her cheek with the intention to offer any comfort he could give, despite his own actions having caused the fate she now faced. "Scarlett..." he said, his voice tight. The words he had prepared escaped him, so he rumbled on with those that felt right to say, ones he needed to say and ones the queen needed to hear. "You're not a coward."