Swiftcurrent Creek we can fake it for the airwaves

Concentrated on his task, it had taken Kavik a few moments to register that there had been no answer to his question. He paused his licking to look up at Alessia and saw that she was holding her front legs over her face. Concern drew is eyebrows together. Alessia? he said first, worry in his voice. Lowering his head towards her covered face, he gave a hesitant lick to her forearm. Are you okay? he asked. He pulled back a little, suddenly afraid that maybe he had pushed too much affection on her. He had only been trying to help, and her pain seemed to be soothed by his licking. Had he missed something? Guilt settled in his chest--a depressingly familiar feeling--and the fleeting contentment from just minutes ago was squashed completely by its heaviness.