“I understand.” He said heavily. In truth he was in no hurry to rush off to war, not while they were still so few in number and had just recently formed. “Let the pack help you.” He said as more of an offer than a command, the thought of reaching out to touch her comfortingly never once crossing his mind. He thought of Célestin then, how he had laid with him when his sister died, and felt a pang of guilt strike at his heart. That was different he assured himself, but he couldn’t quite convince himself that was true. He stepped closer toward her, a solid lump resting in the pit of his stomach like a stone. “We have time for now.” He assured her, “Take as long as you need.”
