Stages of grief
Eska
05-11-2021, 06:41 PM
His ears flicked as he watched her brush away the tears from her eyes, his heart aching for her. He didn't want to tell her these things. He wanted to bring her in, tell her that Resin suddenly began to make a miraculous recovery, give her the warm reunion she deserved. He didn't want to see her hurt. He watched her turn away after she had thanked him for telling her, not leaving, but just turning away so that she could cry without him seeing. The shake of her shoulders broke his heart and every part of him wanted to go to her and pull her close, hide her away from the pain. He knew that there was no fixing what had happened, there was no turning back the clock, but he wished he could at least offer her some kind of comfort.
Despite the fact that they hardly knew each other, he finally let himself stand and walk over to her side, settling beside her with his side gently brushing hers. "I'm sorry..." he rumbled quietly. There was a hesitation before he finally just threw caution to the wind and allowed himself to lift his foreleg and ever so gently draped it across her shoulders, far more gentle than his size and stature probably led others to believe he was capable of. He didn't pull her into him, but the invitation was open if she wanted it. Otherwise he was just a presence with her through this, his paw lightly stroking the shoulder opposite of the one against his side. He'd let her cry as long as she needed and he was here for whatever amount of comfort she wished, whether that was an all encompassing embrace or just sitting beside her while she experienced these emotions. Either way he'd look up at the horizon once she was settled into him, giving her the privacy she seemed to desire while the tears continued to flow.
After some time, whenever he began to feel the shake of her shoulders subside, he'd glance down at her with a small, kind smile. "Could I convince you to stay for a meal? There's some wines in the castle that might help us both sleep a little better tonight."
Ulric Adravendi
Despite the fact that they hardly knew each other, he finally let himself stand and walk over to her side, settling beside her with his side gently brushing hers. "I'm sorry..." he rumbled quietly. There was a hesitation before he finally just threw caution to the wind and allowed himself to lift his foreleg and ever so gently draped it across her shoulders, far more gentle than his size and stature probably led others to believe he was capable of. He didn't pull her into him, but the invitation was open if she wanted it. Otherwise he was just a presence with her through this, his paw lightly stroking the shoulder opposite of the one against his side. He'd let her cry as long as she needed and he was here for whatever amount of comfort she wished, whether that was an all encompassing embrace or just sitting beside her while she experienced these emotions. Either way he'd look up at the horizon once she was settled into him, giving her the privacy she seemed to desire while the tears continued to flow.
After some time, whenever he began to feel the shake of her shoulders subside, he'd glance down at her with a small, kind smile. "Could I convince you to stay for a meal? There's some wines in the castle that might help us both sleep a little better tonight."
