Silver Moraine you were one of those classic ones

And despite the wickedness that the world dealt the Empress, she still remained strong in her kind convictions. It was a sight Cry was overly relieved to see. A firm nod shook his crown curtly. And with those words, the ebonian prince finalized it. "As you say it, it shall be."

It was clear they both had lives, things to get back to. He needed to let her go, to allow herself to build her reputation within the pack she was in. He himself had to get within a pack and do what he could before it was time to come back for her. But everything in him didn't allow him to take those steps back. To atleast attempt to grow a pair of balls, he spoke the words that should've worked their magic. "I'm going to find a pack and see if there's anyone worth keeping my eye on. I'll stay aware, meanwhile..."
One hind tensed to take that step from her, and pull him further from the ivoria.
But it hadn't moved.

Taking a deep breath internally, he swore at himself. Cry knew better than to form any kind of relationship...that was literally the most important rule. It was a weakness that all assassin's weren't allowed, as it made you do stupid shit. But wasn't that the life he was meant to give up? The life he was trying to give up? If he was to rehabilitate himself, he would have to break the rules-

Wasn't that how it worked?

Cry looked at her with some sort of question, asking for some sort of permission...
Should he stay?...

Or should he go?