Dragoncrest Cliffs Alfonsino

When he told her he loved her, it pierced her in an acutely bittersweet way. The words and the sentiment behind them were precious to her. But it made her sad, knowing he didn’t feel the same way about his father. Meerkat could only hope that that relationship could be reforged in time, as she’d said.

I love you too, she said, craning her head forward to rest her forehead against the side of his head, so much. She adjusted the angle, pressing a smiling kiss to his jaw before withdrawing with an affectionate utterance of, Fish.

A moment passed in companionable silence, each of them likely sifting through their thoughts. Meerkat’s lips pressed together as she pondered something, eyes drifting down to watch the water rippling in the small river for a moment. Her whisky gaze then lifted again, landing speculatively on her son’s face.

Would you like me to say anything to him? Or should I leave this between the two of you?