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Indigo understood what she was asking and he spoke her name on a sob. The sound sent a bolt of wretched lightning through the young woman and she gasped softly, breathlessly as her giant protector crumbled before her. He trusted her enough to show her all sides of himself. This one was a difficult side to show, but here he was, laying his broken soul before her. Who could understand the broken more than someone else that was also broken?

Strong arms wrapped about her, pulling her in. Had Indigo done this mere weeks ago, she would have panicked and tried to flee. Just as he trusted her with his emotions, she trusted him with all that she was. If holding her made him feel better, then he could hold her until the end of time. With Indigo wrapped around her, Gypsy freed her little arms, wrapping them around his thick neck as much as she was able. She held him through his pain, his sorrow. She felt the emptiness within him like some great chasm. She felt it all, and she was thankful for it. He wasn't trying to shield her as though she was some stupid simpleton. He accepted that she could handle this emotional tidal wave. And she could.

Gypsy could smell the salty tang of Indigo's tears. Gently, she raised her little paws and wiped away the tracks of sorrow. He kept this sadness hidden from all of them the majority of the time, she imagined. It didn't matter that he might have shown this part of himself to anyone else. He was showing it to her. The woman's soft voice met his ears and she slid the side of her muzzle along his. "You don't ever have to hide from me, Indigo. Give me your sadness. Give me your sorrow." She gave him as tight of a squeeze around his neck as she could manage. "I'll hold you through all of it."

Gypsy