These broken wings

She knew that Mort had been sad, but she hadn't realized the depths of his sadness. When her big, winged sibling broke out into tears, Aslatiel pulled him close, hugging his big head against her small body. She made soothing sounds and gentle nothings just like their mother did when they were hurt or scared. One paw absently stroked his cheek, trying to comfort him.

When Mort pulled back with a sudden, tear filled laugh, Aslatiel smiled. With gentle paw pads, she wiped the tears from his cheeks. "There's my smiling Mort," she spoke with a grin. She hoped that their talk had helped. It was horrible to see him this way. The pup was sensitive and deeply thoughtful. His mind no doubt created a lot of his issues. Or at least made them worse. "Would you spend the day with me or do you have other things to do?" Fluffy grey ears perked a bit hopefully. She'd love nothing more than to be with Mort all day long. Maybe they could find something to hunt or take a nap or she could show him the stars or how to sneak. There were endless possibilities. Or... they could just sit here. That was fine too. She just wanted to be with him.