Grouse Thicket all we know

Of all the things that could have fallen from his mouth then, an apology surprised her. She ought to feel something, she realized off handedly. Not this numbness that prevailed. But she could not, the hundreds of emotions that had torn through her faded to nothing. Nico was not the image he presented. Neither was she. He was broken, and the hints oF a future she had imagined, idiotic fantasies dreamed up before, we're tarnished.

Once, she had prided herself on her merciless nature. The flame that was her rage, the brutal weapons that were her fangs and claws and those that few beneath them. She would have left him now. And yet, that past version of herself would never have gotten involved in this mess in the first place. 

Something had bonded them for a while, something she treasured. Trust. Yet how could she, in all her own faults and secrets, feel anger at him for not revealing this earlier. She surveyed him, the coldness falling from her gaze and her stance relaxing. She was tired, tired of her own facade, and it seemed so imprudent to hold it now while Nico had just revealed perhaps his greatest weakness, fault and shame all at once. 

She remembered what he had done for her once, and words eluded her. She slipped forward, slowly cautiously resting her muzzle upon his forehead as she searched for words. Simply offering her presence as he recovered from what she could not conprehend. Her gaze revealed little, and her expression with flat as she searched for an emotion to feel.