At least her sass was easier to bare then her pain, fear of misery. Perhaps that was the cure, keeping her angry at him. He almost snorted at the stupid thought, but didn’t entirely dismiss it. “I don’t sleep during thunderstorms for this reason.” he explained to her, thinking back to those sleepless nights when he had lain beside her and comforted her.
He took her disgruntled look in stride, hating but accepting the distance between them as a consequence for his inaction. He should have disclosed all dangers to her, and he did not. He thought he could manage this issue, and he had failed to do so.
He did however raise an eyebrow in surprise when she mentioned how she would still be sleeping in her ledge. Did she imply she wasn’t taking herself elsewhere, or did she expect him to vacate his den? One was hopeful, but the latter sounded more like Zee in her bid for revenge. ‘Your staying?” he ventured, in the hope for some clarification. She had reacted to him in fear and well he was currently doing his best to suppress all emotion, that still pinged something inside of him.
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