strawberry wine

The dainty lady allowed Indigo to hold her as he wished. A mere month ago, she wouldn't have let him touch her without cringing. She supposed that she really was making strides. Healing, in a sense. Her comfort at being touched was only with Indigo, however. Even when Duchess brushed against her, Gypsy felt off. Indigo had earned her trust and had shown his unending patience with her. That was worth something and her ability to be close with him was the result.

In time, Indigo woke. Gypsy stayed still in case he wanted to go back to sleep, but she could feel his body stir and knew that he was up. His sonorous tones met her ears as he thanked her and the small woman gave one thick foreleg a little squeeze in response. She was glad that her little gesture pleased him and she listened as he consumed the little pile of berries.

The next time that her companion spoke, heat flared through Gypsy's face. He recognized the change in her as well. It proved just how closely he watched and observed her. It showed how concerned he had been for her previous state. Indigo was glad that she was growing more independent. That sent a sudden flare of fear through the woman. If he wanted her to be independent... did that meant that he would eventually leave her on her own? Concern etched Gypsy's features and, in her newfound growth, she ventured to speak. "I don't want to leave you, Indigo." The fear was real. On her own, she was a victim. With Indigo, she was free.