the distance from me to where you'd be

Indigo wrapped his strong forearms around her small frame and Gypsy almost gasped in surprise and panic, but stopped herself. He didn't need to feel worse than he already did just because she couldn't get it together. Gypsy knew that Indigo would never hurt her. He'd proved his patience and his kindness. Her reactions to physical contact were just reflex. She'd been doing so much better around him. Maybe not around the others, but definitely around Indigo.

Her name came out on a rough sob and the dainty fae gave him another squeeze. His question brought mismatched ears tucking back against her skull. The pain in him was so thick... so raw... Gypsy slid her cheek along the top of his head once more. "I'll be here with you until you are." She promised him in her quiet tones. "I heard what happened," she gave another gentle squeeze. "Her words were meant to hurt you." Gypsy could still hear the growling screams of the banshee that was Indigo's sister. "From an outside perspective, she sounded very hurt too, she just didn't say it." Gypsy had noted the sheer anger of Aslatiel's words and the tone she used. It seemed like a mask. Like anger had been easier to share than pain and vulnerability.

"I hope your sister will calm down and, in time, realize her mistake." Again, Gypsy kissed the brow of the giant man. "Until then, I'm here, Segin is here, Emersyn is here..." Duchess was an entirely different issue. If he wished to talk about that, then they could, but she didn't want to mention the woman's name at the moment, lest it bring up another wave of emotion. "We all love you, Indigo" This, she knew. Each of them, in their own way, loved the man. Gypsy knew that, in his own way, he loved them too.

"Gypsy"