the curse

There was comfort in Twig's touch, despite the fact that some of her heavy feelings were now weighing on his mind now too. Some of the guilt of his own that he'd pushed deep down felt like it had suddenly been dredged up, just enough to open wounds that had never fully healed. He had no doubt his pain currently wasn't as great as hers, and being something stable for her to lean on - both physically as well as metaphorically - suddenly felt important to him.

He couldn't deny that her closeness, coupled with her emotional vulnerability right now and how she was talking to him, was making his own heart flutter in a way he couldn't remember ever feeling before. "And I, for you," Corvus repeated, his words clearly having more weight to them than he'd expected. Theory was his best friend, but so was Twig, albeit in a different way entirely. "No matter what." It was hard to shake the feeling that he was being redundant, but he wanted her to know exactly what she meant to him, even if he didn't quite have the words for it. "We should go rest for awhile, what do you say?" He suggested lightly. After some rest he could go scouting the borders for the boys, but surely she was tired from crying and rest sounded like a good start.