Dragoncrest Cliffs Alfonsino

No, she murmured, affectionate despite her melancholy, don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for, Fish. Okay? She made sure to catch his eye. I’m glad you know you can talk to me, tell me anything. Even if it’s painful. I always want to know what’s going on with you. Even if I can’t always do much to help, you can always talk to me and I will always listen.

Summoning a deep breath, she reached out a paw to stroke it down the back of his head, her expression fond. She then withdrew her paw and shifted her weight a little. Meerkat glanced at the fish again, knowing she couldn’t bring herself to eat any of it. But she wouldn’t waste it. She would save it for later.

I do think you should give him a chance, she said quietly after resettling, but not for me. And not even for him. You should do it for yourself, Fish. He’s your da and a good man. Not a perfect one. But a good one. And there’s other merits to trying to forgive and forget. Sometimes it can be like setting down a heavy burden. You feel lighter for it.