Broken Boulder the soul serene

unfortunately, no such salvation will be offered by the singing-sunlight, who is beginning to regret his decision to let them change the topic. if wolves could sweat, he'd be glossy from it. he does not know how to handle a volatile, emotional queenie -- objectively he can say ah yes the hormones, but that doesn't mean much starring down the barrel of the gun, so to speak.

he gulps. lying will not solve the problem in the long run. "like i said, it's sort of everyone," he says as delicately as he can manage, adding, "i've been patrolling them every day too," in what he hopes is a reassuring sort of voice. lying will not solve the problem in the long run, but uhhh massaging the facts that he does know may make it a little easier to get out of here unscathed. "the fort will be held down in your absence, promise," he adds, going for levity in the hopes of smoothing things over (and if it doesn't work, well -- he can run faster than her.)