This loss feels like a welcome home

She only laid against him like this for a short time before she felt him shifting, pulling himself out form under her. The tug he gave her scruff had her lifted her head, giving him a confused glance at first as he nipped at her side. But as he shifted over, making a bit more room beside him, she understood. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was best. He was severely injured, surely her leaning against him wasn't wise. She thought about Briar, laying with him only to be bitten in the process. But his silent plea in his gaze was insistent and she finally relented, lifting herself onto the bed beside him before settling down with him, resting into his shoulder and feeling his head rest against her neck.

Once her face was out of his line of sight, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying her best to ignore the crashing wave of emotion that slammed into her as she relaxed into him, leaning her head into his fur. It was the first time she had been held in a way that wasn't trying to comfort her or to hold her while she cried since before Resin attacked her. It was nothing more than two worn, exhausted friends snuggling together, drifting toward sleep, but the comfort and relief was overwhelming. A soft, shaky sigh left her and she pressed into him tighter, hiding her face from the world.

The same thought crossed her mind that this probably wasn't the healthiest outlet for either of them, but she wasn't sure where else to turn. She didn't want to be any more of a burden on her children than she already felt that she was and after the way she broke down the way she had the last time she went down into the dungeon she didn't want to try seeing Resin again - it didn't do either of them any good. It felt better to lean on Sirius, knowing they could lean into one another in their grief and their pain. Supporting him gave her task and a goal. Keep him alive so that she didn't have to say goodbye to anyone else.






"Tamsyn" | "Blue"