The Worst Outcome

Ezra didn't really pay much mind to how she caught his paw and held it to her chest as he slid his foreleg around her while he snuggled up behind her, his attention to caught on her upset, panicked expression. There was a heavy pause after he asked if she was okay and he nearly asked her again, but she did respond, saying that she wasn't. A frown creased his expression with worry, but he kept quiet and just held her while she seemed to struggle to find the words. Since everything happened he had learned a lot of patience and how to just give her the time and space to say what she needed to say even if it took time. Her words were broken and stuttered when she did speak, his worry building as she apologized and curled in on herself, pulling away from him slightly in the process. At first he didn't understand, not when she said that her heat had ended early just after she came back. That didn't ring any bells to him or make anything click—not until she added that it had ended because of him. The bastard that had caused all of this pain and trauma and hurt. That put the pieces together in his brain—the only thing that would make her heat end was getting pregnant... while she was trapped with that fucker and away from the herbs that she had been taking to prevent her from getting pregnant with his pups while they were sleeping together.

A chill ran over him, speechless as he froze and processed this fact, having to repeat it back to himself several times for it to feel real. Syanna was pregnant with the pups from her rapist. Pregnant. She was going to have that bastard's pups. A rage creeped up on him and he grit his teeth as he fought it off, both of his forelegs slipping around her now as he pulled her into his chest with her back pressed against him, nuzzling the top of her head while he tried to keep himself from flying off the handle with the seething anger he felt toward someone who he had already helped to rip apart. He couldn't get any more revenge than he had already gotten and yet somehow they were still being tormented and punished by that brute from beyond the grave. "Don't be sorry," he told her softly as he forced himself to calm down for her sake, focusing on the only part of this whole situation he could actually affect or help. He couldn't change what happened and he couldn't hold her attacker any more accountable than he already had. All he could do now was he here for her and help her through the aftermath. "Please don't be sorry. Don't apologize. This isn't your fault, you didn't cause this."

He gave a shaky sigh, lifting his head from on top of hers and leaving a gentle trail of kisses over her forehead and along the bridge of her nose. "We're going to figure this out," he assured her, loosening his hold on her just enough to get her to roll over toward him so he could see her face, brushing a paw over her cheek as he gave her a resolute, sure look. He hesitated, his mind still reeling slightly from the news. He knew basically nothing when it came to healing and herbs and all of the things they could do, but he knew from being around her that there was things she could take to prevent the pregnancy from happening... but what about after it had already happened? "I'm sure you've already considered all of these things and I'm sure you would have already done something if you could, but... Is there anything we can do to stop it? Is there something I can get you or find for you or... Anything?" He was at a loss and he was tired of feeling helpless when it came to doing things for her, but it felt like he was just continually put in front of problems he couldn't solve.

"Syanna & Ezra"