when you count the days

Deathbelle could easily get lost in her own sorrow, she didn't have to try very hard to do so. The difficult part was treading with her head above the water. She had so much hope that this litter would be different than the last. She held on hope that her dream would be reality instead of reality ruining her dream. Magnus completed her, but being apart from him so much was hard. Not having him here to rely on as their pups grew in her belly.

With all of that weighing on her Deathbelle felt good having someone to distract her, and Eraithus was swift to accept her offer to share a meal. The once Empress found a nice place to make herself as comfortable as possible and the man swiftly made his return. He was sweet, dropping the pair of rabbits between them and offering a compliment as she leaned down to start her meal. She was doing a good job of hiding the turmoil beneath at least.

”You’re very sweet,” she told him softly after she swallowed her own first bites. ”It’s been a pleasure speaking with you.” Telling him he made a great distraction didn’t seem appropriate, but perhaps with time she could divulge much more of her story.