Breaking Ways

What he thought of as smugness, she thought of as confidence. Confidence in him and his ability to do the right thing. Just as he had kissed her cheek initially, the scarred woman kissed his own. "I won't be lost to you or anyone else here. If my help or my ear are needed, they will always be available to you." The woman narrowed her gaze slightly as she considered Sirius. "At first, I wasn't sure if I was going to like you, you know. But you had won over Iolaire completely and so I gave you a chance. I'm glad that I did." Look at that. Emotion. Vulnerability. A rarity.

When his eyes dropped away, she actually felt bad. Extending her neck, the woman licked the top of the dire man's head much like a mother cleaning debris from the head of its pup. She placed her forehead against his own. This was the deepest gesture of affection that Resin had. "Thank you for understanding." Resin didn't want Sirius to feel bad. She wasn't leaving him or his, she was simply moving her den just a little further away.