hidden in the grass

The exasperation was real, and he knew he wasn’t handling this right. A part of him wanted to cyr. Here he was, making his first big stand, doing what he thought was right, and the very victim he was protecting seemed to hate him for it.

He shook his head, clearing it, and his eyes, and took a deep breath. He needed help. He needed advice. But first, he needed to get Siren settled safely into her den.
“Did you… did you want a ride?” he asked softly, lowering his butt, just in case she did. When she had been even younger, she had really enjoyed galloping about on his back. Would that small memory of joy help?