with one headlight

“Always.” he said, without the faintest hint of hesitation. His loyalty to Deathbelle was absolute, always had been, always would. He loved her still, too, but he loved her with the almost fervent love of a fanatic, one who looked up their goddess, or in this case, Empress. His love to Zee was more homely, more earthbound.

Perhaps, in another life, he would have been Deathbelles lover. Regardless, he would always be her friend; absolute, and loyal. He pulled himself from his bow and settled in in front of her. He hunched a little so he didn’t tower above her, and Marshal waddled a little closer to the pair.