Can't Get You Outta My Mind

He relaxed against the back of their den, holding Azzurra tightly to him as she too rested on his own foreleg. Believing her was simple, he didn't doubt that she was just telling him the truth about how she felt. With them being together all the time, it was hard to think she was unhappy at all. But it did have him wondering too if she had hinted on his own troubled feelings. At least in the last couple weeks they had been traveling, there wasn't a harsh day they had together. It was like Abaven was left behind them.

"It's just..." He hesitated, because everything had been so great lately. Azzie didn't have to be reminded of what she had lost from being sick, and Balthier didn't have to worry about the mass responsibility that their father had put on him. "Your life has been so hard." Their lives had been hard. He didn't want to really bring anything up, he didn't want to ruin anything. They were both feeling happy from what he could see. And over the course of leaving Abaven, it made Balthier feel differently about Azzurra. She was in his dreams, she gave him this yearning for her that he couldn't describe.

The paw over her gently traced over rib cage and back as he admired her chest and her face in front of him, "You're so beautiful Azzie." And she was to him, like a delicate angel. He would have done anything for her, and it was probably to only reason that she was with him today otherwise he'd probably be on his own. His muzzle lingered before her's, and then he carefully pushed forward to kiss her softly.

"Balthier"