In Return

Obi found Deathbelle curled up for a nap. How did someone so big look so small in that moment? He remembered the fear in her eyes, how she fought to be by Archon's side at the last second despite certain death... He was glad she made it out alive. Obi knew a part of each of them died on that mountain that day. In that respect, they were similar souls. She would understand his pain, and they could help each other. Obi reached out as if to touch her fur lightly, but stopped short, pulling his hand to his chest. She needed her rest, deserved every minute of it she could get.

Briefly Obi considered leaving the pendant by her side and wandering off into the wilderness. If she saw him, would she blame him for Archon's downfall? Would she strike against him for dragging her away? Obi had no way of knowing her mental state, and his heart ached for her. He wished her well. He wanted to see her smile again like she did on the day she and Archon held each other upon these rocks. She was Archon's most beloved and Obi wished to do everything he could to help her.

So he would wait. He would let her sleep. Obi settled a little ways away and sank into quiet meditation, waiting for his goddess to awaken.