just let go

Killian had done enough lying himself to know this - Alessa was not fine with the things that had happened to her. They had made an impact on her life, and what had happened was a major disappointment. However, she had very clearly come to terms with everything. Her first reply seemed only a confirmation of his suspicions. She accepted it and was moving on, but what was Killian doing? Wallowing in it. Pretending it didn't hurt on the outside, while craving revenge on the inside. He would probably never be able to let go and the images of his past would haunt him until he got what he desired. He shrugged in response to her words, knowing that she was right but unwilling to say more.



It was her reaction to his story that stunned him out of his angry daydreaming. Before he realized what was happening, Alessa had risen and settled beside him, nuzzling him gently. This was more than the simple support and help she had been offering before, yet he didn't want to over-think or assume anything from it. He let himself relax, taking comfort in her presence and touch. No one had ever heard his story before, and he hadn't been remotely close to anyone since leaving his home. The last time he had been this close to someone was with his family, his sister probably. And while her presence had always been the one that was familiar and comforting, the idea of it repulsed him now. He doubted he would find any better comfort than this.



A pained smile crossed his maw at Alessa's apology. Nothing for you to be sorry for. Like you said, you learn to live with it. The water they watched flowed on no matter what happened to it. They would have to do the same, and that was something both were aware of. He returned her favor with a brief nuzzle to her cheek as well, then let his head rest beside hers. His voice rang out again, more powerful this time, as he attempted to change the subject. So, Alessa, what is it you like to do when you aren't helping strangers?