Dragoncrest Cliffs from grueling anxiety

Fade here? :D

Njord felt great responsibility when Erzulie shared this sad and tender moment. She was warm against him as they embraced, Njord’s mind running in reflection like a dog afield. Is this why Rosencrantz acted the way he did? Like a knight. A guardian. A fierce desire to protect these vulnerable and precious bonds welled in his breast as the two sat quietly together. Njord leaned into her naturally until Erzulie preened at a tuft of fur behind his ear.

He flicked it and smiled. “Oi, that tickles, ya’hear?” he said in a playfully reprimanding tone. Yet, despite this he sat still and enjoyed her careful attentions. He would reciprocate as they soothed each other with social grooming, until the pain of loss was eased – even the tiniest amount.