I Am Strong Enough

Em sat quietly while Duchess explained—somewhat abashedly—how she had come to be in the company of Indigo. There was little detail shared, but she really didn't need to know the nitty-gritty of their relationship. From what she had seen of how Duchess and Indigo interacted, she clearly had a strong bond with the bigger man that bordered on obsessive infatuation. It mattered little to her though; all the more power to the little violet girl. Her words struck something in her though. Indigo looked like he needed fixing. Fixing. That implied that Indigo was broken as well, just like them. The notion was absurd. Nothing about that man seemed broken—except for his body because of her, maybe.

For a long moment she didn't say a word, instead quietly contemplating what Duchess had said. It was like Indigo had told her: broken souls just seemed to gravitate towards him like he was a magnet for trouble. Despite how difficult it was for her to think of the wolf that had thrown himself into deadly combat to protect her as being broken himself, she hadn't known Indigo as long as the others had, and she only had a very limited scope to make assumptions off of. "I'm glad you two found each other then," she commented plainly, not entirely sure what else to add. "What were you doing before you found Indigo?" The question was meant to answer two questions indirectly: where Duchess had come from and how old she was. The little purple lady still seemed so very young to her, but she could be mistaken.

"Emersyn"