Sweet Disaster

SHIBA KLEIN

The bristling fur on his spine at the mention of family didn’t go unnoticed, and she thought for a moment that maybe the comment had been in poor taste given his circumstances, but she would need to get tougher skin if he was going to stick around. In her world, family meant something, and if it remained a touchy subject for him, he’d have a hard time adjusting to this new lifestyle. She ignored it though, not feeling it was necessary to comment on. He would adapt in his own time, or else those emotional wounds would continue to fester, and unlikely the missing eye and the rips in his flesh, there wasn’t any combination of herbs she knew of that could fix the infection in his soul. Only time, and patience, and effort on his part would be able to do that.

She raised a single brow at his adamant outburst that she not search for herbs for him, though. He was recovering quite nicely, but if he overexerted himself he could set back the timeline on his progress. The strength he’d managed to build back up thus far could quickly unravel and make all the work she’d done entirely meaningless. She frowned slightly, but didn’t argue. "Alright, then." He knew himself better than she did, knew his own limits. If he disagreed with her assessment that he needed a bit of a boost, she would listen, and if it was only a stubborn man’s pride that brought about the protest, he would be the one to pay the price. She was, if nothing else, a persistent woman.

The tip of her tail flicked once as she glanced around to see if she could catch a glimpse of his younger sister. "Acciona mentioned she’d been to Boreas before. I never thought to ask if you had." She still wondered just what kind of relationship he had with the woman, as the siblings conversations often seemed just as strained as theirs were. If they’d both been here before, she doubted they’d spent much time in each others company.

"Speech."