Érzelem

She ignored his answer of ‘who heals the healer’ and instead moved the topic on. She said nothing about respect for him, as he had asked her, but she did finally share some of her burden. She explained the pain going on in her heart, and he moved a little closer to her. He reached her, and wrapped a paw about her, as though he could hold her heart together with tenacity alone. “ I Heal the healer. The healer talks me through it of course, but I bandage the wound, I hold the splint, I make sure your feed. You tell me when your hurting.” he whispered softly, voice a little raw.

“If you don’t want the pack to see it, I understand but you can not ignore your injury, and hobbling along despite it. You come to me. I will keep it secret, if that’s what you need from me. In return, you talk me through how to put a salve on it, how to bandage it. Okay?” She had to understand that he would never, in a million years, just let her walk away if she was injured. Sure, it might not have been handled well on either side, but he had acted in her best interests.

Then, he frowned, sighed, holding her tight still. “I want you, Io. I will always want you. You are mine, and I am a possessive bastard, but I do not want you in pain. If you love Deathbelle so dearly, know that she loves you too. I can see her giving you a place at her side. If that is what you need. I do not want you to go, but if that is what you need. ” he trailed off, voice going husky, losing some of its strength. It would not be easy to watch Io walk away, by all the gods. He did not want to see it.