Games at the border

She smiled lightly at Mort's comment. As attached as she'd grown to Sirius, she hadn't quite realized he'd come to care for her, too. It may have been a horrible rule... but the image of Sirius kicking someone's ass to keep her safe was certainly heartwarming, in its own kind of morbid way.

She listened to the boy quietly, smiling lightly when he put his paw on hers, though at the mention of going back there.... she couldn't help but stiffen as a pang of emotions shot through her. She could barely parse them herself, a wallowing void of guilt and fear and sadness, at the idea, but she didn't want to be feeling it. She gently removed her paw from under his. "You don't have to do that," she breathed. Her ears flattened at his jest, and she chuckled lightly. "You bet I will be."

A drop of wetness reached her paws below, and she looked up, thinking it was raining. But suddenly she felt the heat and the moisture on her face. "Oh..." She sniffled, lifting up a paw to rub the tears away. "I'm sorry. We should... we should probably return to the patrol." She tried to wag her tail, but the gesture was weak, at best.