Stone Circle A massacre on our doorstep

Ira let her chin rest over the younger girl's shoulder. Situations like this were always difficult, always fragile. Shh, I believe you, but I will be fine and so will you. I will never let anything hurt you. She should have bitten her tongue and she knew it. Promises like these are what break minds. Sure, Ira can fight and put her life above the other residents of Easthollow, but this case was different. Mawk did not die from some predator or an attack, he lost a mental battle...but how could she tell the happy-go-lucky pup (not really a pup anymore) about that?

The roan woman sighed and lightly bunted the side of Arlette's head. Dry your eyes, Arlette, things will be ok. I won't make you leave, but we should alert Valette.