Do you got a first-aid kit handy?

"Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'

Svetlana might not have been at the deathmatch, but she knew the pain it caused Leo, even if he hadn’t cried. She could feel a tenseness about it, a thick sadness that shadowed his being. Hearing him enter the den the woman would raise her head, giving a soft whine as she gentle nuzzled his cheek. Oh her poor love. Losing family was hard... Harder still if you had to watch them get taken away. In a sense Svetlana’s own family had been lost of her own accord... But... Now Leo’s family was her family... And that just made it all the harder.

“You know,” Svet would begin, her voice soft, tender. “It’s okay to cry. To wonder why things have happened the way they did.” She would lick his cheek. “I’ll be here to wipe those tears away.” She promised. Korrin was out luckily, so it was just the two of them. No doubt the alone time was sorely needed.