I Remember

Mortis shrugged, the confusion showing on his face, and, since Resin wasn’t shooing him away, he took a more comfortable seat before her. With the easy affection of a child, he spread out until his front paws touched hers, and he pillowed his head on them with a sigh, looking up at her through his lashes. The expression on his face was a mess of confusion, frustration, and appreciation.

“He said he wanted me to fly. He wanted to help me.” he explained, he let out an exasperated breath. How much had Resin seen before she had grabbed Aure and held him over the cliff? “Did you.. Did you see the way he looked at me, when he was standing up there?” he asked quietly. Maybe he had misunderstood the expression on his brother's face.