Cover up the poison with poetry

Holding her as he did, Azure's anger slowly began to wane. Her soft voice soothed whatever fire was within him and when she called him by his title he felt a small bit of the power he'd lost to Chimera return. The heavy burden of guilt was beginning to subside, and he lifted his large head from hers to look up at the night sky.

Her statement and pout brought another short laugh from him, Az's response immediate and needing no consideration. "I don't have any friends." At least, no one who he had openly given that title to nor anyone who had given it to him. His siblings were family and Venom was his Empress and mentor. Never before Hana had he considered anyone his friend. The realization made him frown, not out of pity for himself but more for the lack of things he could share with her. Mortis could name paw-fulls of individuals he called friend, and give those wolves to her as well.

Az banished the painful train of thought, resting his chin upon her once more. "I've finished your den." He told her suddenly. "Would you like to see it? It's getting late." Reluctantly he released his hold upon her, shifting in preparation to lead her towards his finished work should she agree.