the distance from me to where you'd be

Tiny paws continued to touch and stroke. It was the only way that Gypsy could try to put a bandage on the situation. She hoped that her comforts would reign Indigo back enough that he could land on the other side of his grief. From what she'd heard and from what she could piece together, Gypsy imagined that Duchess was pregnant. Though Gypsy and Indigo were not sleeping together in that sense, it was common knowledge that he wasn't ready for children and had expressed that to the band. Birth control had either failed or Duchess had deliberately gone against Indigo's wishes. Either way, that admission had served to ignite a fire that Indigo's sister had had ready and waiting.

Again and again Gypsy peppered little licks and kisses upon Indigo's head, but she eventually settled with placing her cheek against his forehead. She wouldn't tell him that everything would be okay, but she would tell him that she was her for him. "I'm here, Indigo." The tiny woman gave him a gentle squeeze. He wasn't alone. Unless he chose to be, Indigo would never be alone.

"When you're ready..." she spoke softly. The plum and snow fae's ears were open and readily available to Indigo when and if he wanted to talk. For now, she would continue to take all of the intense feeling and emotion that he couldn't contain. She would feel everything with him.

"Gypsy"