Hoshor Plains [m] the tortured poets department

The combination of his answer and gesture finally gave her the courage to look at him again, and when she did, she felt safe. I think you're right, she replied, feeling her throat tighten despite the relief she felt. Maybe a part of her had always known it'd end this way. Thanks, Argent, she said and gently bumped her shoulder against his.

What he said next took her breath away, and she looked at him with a newfound appreciation. They're the best! she agreed as her tail swept against the snowy ground, but then felt her sadness return to the pit of her stomach. This year will probably be another year without me experiencing parenthood, she realized then, saying out loud mostly to herself, and her mouth went dry. She wanted to cry.