Hideaway Strath Please don't go.

He smiled softly.
He was glad to hear she didn't want to leave even after knowing the Saints. He flopped down before her, the heat had suddenly come on in the last, what week? He huffed, reaching for Arlette again, licking her chin.

He smiled sadly to Arlette, "Love, I'm the General...I lead the Blades for Kynareth." His lips pursed - he'd not been doing enough for them training-wise. He should do more.
He could feel her panic, that fear running deep.
"Arlette, look at us. We've been really fucked up," he glanced outside to see if their kids were listening in on his cursing, "and we made it to each other, and now we're here. I'll come back to you every single time, no matter what." He reached a paw to rest on hers. He would return to her, every single time. Even if he lost a leg or his whole face or something ridiculous. 

"You won't lose me."