here when its hard

He held Art for a time, and the sobs turned to sniffles. Proving that he had indeed been in the presence of snot-nosed children in his life, Sirius used a paw to wipe Art’s eyes and nose free as he took a deep breath and steadied himself. He looked a little better then he had when Sirius had first walked in now. Had a chance to cry out some of the pain that had been left in him when he had seen Resin in the dungeons. That was… precisely why Resin had wanted to avoid that, but the Warlord supposed it was impossible to keep her own kids away forever.

He still wished he could have spared Art that.

“Hey, I owe you one for bleeding out my insanity.” He teased Art gently, giving him a light poke in his side. “How about we see if we can create some sand training dummies and give them a try out?” it would keep them distracted for a few hours.


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