Last night she was murdered

His question in her more non-sensible self caused the phantom to giggle at him. ?Mad? why would I be mad at you? Being the fur ball you are.? Well it was safe to say that Abel had lost it slightly due to the cold; all over she was numb to say the least from the bitter cold. He was helping yes, but it would take awhile for her to become warmer then what the dame was currently right then, he had plenty of work a head of him for sure.

The wraith didn't reply to his words that muzzle moved forth as she proved to lick that cheek of his softly taking away those tears of his. ?Why are you crying?? The sensible half poking through however briefly as she shivered staying pressed against his warmer form.