This loss feels like a welcome home

Tamsyn sighed softly when Sirius told her he understood. Time would only tell if he actually followed those lines or blew right past them, but she'd put him back in line. She had to, for her own sake. Artorias had been furious at her for not taking better care of herself and perhaps this isn't exactly what he meant, but maybe it was a start. Protecting her heart didn't help her physical body, but it did make her feel a little better in the end.

When he began to stand she got up as well, hurrying over to his side to help get the mountain of a wolf over to his bed - whether he wanted her help or not. She was drawing lines and protecting her emotions, but she still couldn't keep herself from helping him. For once she didn't feel like the most injured wolf in the room and it was strangely a relief. She was sick of being beaten up and broken. She wanted to get back to the days when she was still actively his General. She had been in the best shape of her life back then and had felt so confident and strong. Where had that part of her gone?

She wouldn't leave his side until he was settled again. She knew better than most how much he'd want to be back on his feet again, but today was not the day. "So... breakfast?" she offered again, with a gentle smile, this time far more genuine and much less deflecting.



















"Tamsyn" | "Blue"