saving myself from the ruin

He could feel her heart the moment their bodies touched and as the reality of her distress sank in his lips tightened and his ears flattened against his skull. He had human expectations for Laxago since her return and since the return of her health. There would be disagreements and moments of saddness. But he could not help the dread that tightened at his throat now. The dread that she may return to that distant and vegetative state. He could not let her go back now that he had her again. He did not know if he could live that life again now that he had tasted the fruit of his labors.


Medusa of course. He understood that she was a strange character and from the start of their relationship he know that there was a slim chance Laxago would like her. He hoped the woman had not assaulted Laxago, given the level of her distress but Deteste also didn't expect such rash behavior on Medusa's part. He did not believe she would do such a thing. I know she may be difficult to be around Laxago and you will not believe me but she has a shard of goodness in her heart. We will return to the mangroves soon. I promise. If you are greatly unhappy here then we will leave immediately. He meant the words though such actions would be a breach of his valor. For Laxago he would break even a promise to his beloved Sol.

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