And So My Wings Were Clipped

For several long moments Pyrrhic stood motionless, his expression unreadable, as he searched Kasdeya's gaze. Finally his gaze fell to the ground. His jaw worked, his expression pensive, and he nodded in understanding. After a beat his eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down in an expression of consternation. In all honesty he didn't know what to do and he was afraid to look up and meet her gaze.

He sighed and sat down, clearly still avoiding Kasdeya's gaze but looking to the heavens now. "Can I get you anything? Do you want me to," he took a deep breath, more to give himself time to think than anything else, "I don't know, carry you to the pack? Or...?" Pyrrhic shook his head, clearly at a loss for how to proceed. "Just...what can I do, auntie?"