Heavy is the Head

Brandr held his breath as his beloved closed her eyes for a moment. When she spoke, he listened. Yet, he felt himself grow numb at the word 'incurable' and that it wouldn't be long before she passed away. His brain worked slowly to process the information until his breath left his body in a ragged sigh. Corentine looked up at him with her sorrowful, golden eyes and he felt his stomach flip. He reached out seeking to gently lick her cheek. "I'm so sorry, love." He wished he had something inspirational or more comforting to say but the words failed him. "Whatever you need me to do I'll do. I can take care of maintaining the den and if there is anyway I can help out with her herb storage so that you have more time to spend with Storm, you have only to ask."