Hideaway Strath Blackbird singing in the dead of night

If only he knew what he had caused, there would be no end to his apologies. Alas he was in the dark, hopefully with time, Effie would learn to understand his (quite frankly) less than smart side. Anywho, Rye looked at her as she spoke, frowning slightly as she informed him of her lack of food. He shook his head, "No, no, no, that won't do. You should eat, we can make up the difference another time but for now you should keep yourself going. Please, eat." He pleaded.

Was there any words to describe her other than elegance and grace? Ryes' vocabulary was unequivocally lacking to fit the bill, however he knew what he felt. Oftentimes he could only describe it as adoration, perhaps not in the complete affectionate way but more along the lines of enjoying someones personality. Who they are, how the speak, the way they think and act. Those were the traits he found himself to be fond of in others. Effie was no doubt one of those wolves. Selflessness was to be added to the ever growing pool of traits Effie had but Rye already knew that.