Games at the border

Mortis flinched at the anger in her. He had seen anger plenty of times, especially in his own father, and especially when the man thought he was being foolish with his own life. “I-I’m sorry Mal, after you told me about how you lost everyone you loved…” he flushed with shame, for well he could only think it, Mal had lived it ”...And that sounds like the worst kind of pain imaginable, to me. Then the dogs attacked, I didn’t think, I just felt. Like I said, I panicked.” The boy admitted miserably. The idea of Mal dying had hurt, and he had acted on that impulse. He really cared for her.

His one good wing dropped, the other didn’t move much, and he took a step back, giving her room. He knew he had made her mad, and she had good reason to be. His act, well his heart might have been in the right place, had been foolish. He had caught her off guard, too. If she had hesitated because of it, she might have been in even more danger, because of him.