Stone Circle revenio

He bleeds and she does little beyond ache for him.

She will say nothing. Her words are inane. She is an inconsequential, tender-footed girl in one phase of this wanderer’s life. But if there is any solace at all to offer, it is in hope that there are echoes of shared memories, that before all this pain began, he too had been a child once.

So she raises her muzzle and into his raven fur presses a kiss upon the single tear that evanesces along his cheek. Then for a long moment she sits with Germanicus, listening to the distant stirrings of nightjars as the sun sinks towards a blue range.

“You always have a home here.”
She murmurs finally, rising.

"But… life is long. I do not think it needs to be lonely, too.”