This loss feels like a welcome home

She lingered and paced and waited and lingered and paced some more, up and down around the hallway out side of the castle's infirmary. Waiting for Sirius. Waiting for someone to tell her that he was going to be okay. She would have to find Artorias next, but once she ensured that he wasn't badly injured she decided everything else could wait. For now she had to wait on Sirius. She had to know he was okay. She had to protect him from himself.

Eventually, one of the healers, she wasn't even sure who, come to her, told her he was resting. Stable. Cut up, but okay. That was like the magic word. Okay. She very well knew that mentally he was far from it, but she could work with that as long as he was still here. She didn't wait for them to finish speaking, she just darted into the room, her shoulder and paws protesting as she forced them to go faster than they were capable of. Her chest hurt from squeezing so tight around her lungs, the stress and the worry wearing on her beyond what her body could stand.

And then there he was. Laying across one of the beds, treated and bandaged. She was aware of Gwynevere in the corner of the room and she gave her daughter a glance and waited till she had left as well, leaving her alone with Sirius. She walked over to his side, sitting on the floor beside his cot near his head, her ears folding back against her head.

I love you too.

"You know I'm still furious with you, right?" she questioned, even as she leaned her head down to lay it beside his, leaning her forehead gently into his.










"Tamsyn" | "Blue"