Dawnlark Plains Tell me what you know about dark nights

He hadn't noticed she was shivering at first, too distracted by the fact that she was crying, but that and the way she looked so dejected curled up against the stone was just too much. With only a little hesitation, he lowered himself to the ground, easily curling his large form around hers. Why are you crying, he asked quietly, nose nudging her cheek softly out of worry. If no one had hurt her, then why the tears? Of course, she had plenty of reason to cry these days, the biggest being she would be a mother soon, and it was clear this was not quite the way she had imagined doing it. Still, he was trying to support her the best he could, which he thought was kind of hard when she disappeared for days. That didn't matter right now, though. All he wanted was for her crying to stop and for her to come back home where she would be safe. As he waited for her to speak, he couldn't help but imagine her lying in this cave crying and by herself all night had he not gone looking for her.