Sing this lovesick melody

He didn't pull her face up as she relaxed into him, but this time he had felt a lot better than the last, and the first time they had been together. It was like he had found a way to drown the bad feelings, but they still arouse in the act. He really didn't know if there would be a day where this would feel a hundred percent perfect to him, or if he would ever voice those feelings to Azzie.

As she laid close to him on his chest, his paw gently rubbed up and down her back as his gaze went into the ceiling. Just as she soothed to the sound of his settling heart beat, he too soothed to the sound and feel of her own breathing against him. His mind wandered across their times together, even the last that he had ruined in his own. But he had asked Azzie to remember the good, and that's what he was doing too.

His eyes peeked down at her as she spoke, but when she didn't look up at him, his gaze moved back into the ceiling. She asked a question he didn't really have an answer too. They had left Abaven because of the pain of the memories. Everything was once so good and perfect and little by little their whole world was taken apart piece by piece. Balthier did struggle knowing that he had left Solo and Psalm behind, but if he wasn't as close to Azzie as he was he would have left on his own. "I don't know." he answered, but not with any sort of concerning uncertainty. "Would you like if we found another pack to stay in?" Baltheir felt content living out in the wilderness with Azzie and traveling by the raft, and it had in fact let him come this far with her emotionally. But if she had felt better, safer inside a pack there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. He could provide for her and a pack, he would break his back to keep her happy. Even though somewhere deep inside her she was struggling with what he wouldn't share with her, and he was ignoring what could potentially destroy them.

"Balthier"