just exist

She seemed to relax as her breath was exhaled and her words echoed his own. He tried to offer her a smile as they commiserate, and she told him that Ignatius was really what she was going to miss. Song gave her a sympathetic glance, ears falling to his head as he offered silent support. What could he say? Especially as she went on and he more fully realized what she had lost. He didn't know their history, but losing anyone you loved from such a young age..

”Perhaps.” he offered simply, giving her a bit of an agreeable. ”But is that what your heart wants to do?” Maybe she was only in love with the thought of Ignatius. Perhaps the image she had of him in their youth was really what she wanted, and the real Ig fit into much different standards to the one pictured in her mind.

Song hadn’t meant to intrude where he didn’t belong. ”Sorry,” he mumbled awkwardly as his cheeks grew flush. His pale fur showed the pink skin much better than dark fur. The young Destruction turned from her and towards the direction of Winterfell as he hid his blush.