He was a solid, unmoving force as he looked at her, willing her to see the truth in her eyes. If it came down to Death’s happiness and Zee’s safety, he would pick the latter. He just hoped Death did not endanger her in her anger. He did not... think she would, and he allowed himself to hope that the long standing friendship between himself and Deathbelle would shield at least Zee in this.
Zee stopped arguing, but he wasn’t certain that he had convinced her. He let the argument lie however, knowing his own conviction even as he hoped it never came to that.
She sounded so somber as she told him it could be their final day together - now that Deathbelle knew where they stood. He found himself falling oddly quiet at that. It could well be his large chance to show her affection, before Deathbelle commanded him otherwise. He would still see Zee, still protect her, but there was the chance that they could never be hanging over them.
The titan sighed and gave her a soft nudge, before looking about the pack, and shrugging helplessly. His idea of entertainment was a brisk spar, but he didn’t think that was appropriate with her wounded neck. He was about to admit defeat, when a terrible idea surfaced in his thoughts. He almost groaned, but shook it off. this was perfect. Zee could do light activities watching and coaxing him, well also enjoying a chance to see him flounder and likely flail. That was sure to improve her mood after Deathbelle had sent her running. He turned and looked into Zee's eyes for a moment, and gave a resigned, mental sigh. Anything for her he knew, even if he wasn't going to say so out loud. "How about a swimming lesson?"
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