Past the tribulation

He glanced up at her in a quick motion as tensed. Dropping the herb in her pile became a little more cautious, and he backed up afterwards. Giving her space. As he settled down across from her, she looked up at him and explained her own experience with Iris’s. The mention of not seeing her parents was another hint, one he might have brushed past with his naivety if it hadn’t also been for her subtle flinch.

It left him wondering if his words on beating off men with a stick… wasn’t so innocent as he had meant it. He flexed his claws through the soil absently as he considered her. When she went to pick up her herbs his automatic response was to jump forward and offer his help. He managed to put on the breaks before he shoved himself back into her personal space, however. “Oh, uh, let me help?” he suggested, holding out a paw for her to deposit herbs into if she wished.

“Iris…” he said softly as he waited for her to accept his help or not. “Did somebody hurt you?”


"Mortis Fatalis"