I hear you've been sad

He studied Asla for a moment, her words a soft lie on his ears. A lie that he could not simply leave between them. He was worried about Asla, about what was going through the heart of a wolf that cried quietly in the night.

“Asla, my love” he said softly, wondering the best way to approach this. The Warlord had never been good with words, but he tried anyway, for his children. “Satira spoke to me, concerned, but in the way of a child. How you’ve been crying in the night. I won’t push you, but I am here for you. If you need someone to speak to, or even an outlet. If you need to punch something, I’ve always made a good bean bag” he offered her a partial smile, inviting her to speak, take a punch, to do anything she needed to.

"Speech"