When will I see you again

To her surprise, Artorias didn’t seem to hold any regret in her inability to defend herself. Comforting her as he held her, and gently nuzzling gently. It felt far too good to curl up in the safety of his coat, feel the heat and protectiveness burning off him. She felt like she truly was safe here. Safe, like she was sleeping beside Briar in their den. How did those two wolves sooth so much in her?

She sniffled again, and the tears dried up, and Artorias’s words continued on. His soothing baritones promising her so much. Comfort and safety, security. Time. She yearned for it all, knowing that everything would be different once she finally arrived at the Hallows. “I don’t want you and Briar to ever get tired of me” she whispered, sleepy and drunk in his arms. “Or send me away. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you two before” she whispered, closing her eyes, her head half buried in his chest.

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