I need someone, not just anyone

Despite not being able to tell her everything he wished Gwyn seemed to understand and he could see the edge chip off. She was still tight and tense, it showed in her movements and how she held herself as she confessed. She touched his cheek, and gave him the hint of a smile as he gave her every comfort he could offer, which really didn’t feel like very much. Still, he appreciated being able to gaze up into her swirling gaze before she felt enough at ease to rest her head beside his own. Her nose caressed his cheek and a soft whine slipped from her inky lips. Ysmir would remain there with her for as long as she needed, gazing into the mint swirl of her eyes. This was no difficult task to perform for her, and the longer he spent in her presence the more special he felt.

Eventually Gwynevere pulled away to slip off the cot he was laying beside. Ysmir quickly scrambled to his feet when he realized what she was doing and helped her to her paws and offered his shoulder just as he had done earlier. She asked him again for his help, she wanted to lay in her own bed. Ysmir tilted his head slightly and nodded as she spoke. He would try his best to help her up the stairs. He’d go as far as trying to carry her if that was what it would take.

Ysmir gestured with one silver marked paw for her to lead him as he supported her as much as she needed. When she healed him after the tournament he knew how much he wanted to return home to lick his wounds, surely she would feel much more comfortable in her own den… room. He pulled his lips back slightly into a hesitant smile as he tried to silently encourage this sweet girl beside him. Who he was believing more and the more the gods put in his path for a reason.