The Lower I Sink

This was Relm in front of him.  His eyes, nose, and ears all agreed that was Relm but her demeanor was nothing like her.  Kichi’s nose scented the air as if expecting to find some mysterious scent that could explain what would cause such a change in her.  What had happened?  She wasn’t saying which meant she didn’t want to say.  Kichi generally didn’t give a damn about what was going on with others but for this rare instance, he wanted to know.

Before he responded to her words Kichi was surprised to find himself being hugged!  It was enough to make him imagine the notion some spirit had invaded her body.  Why not?  Talking statues and haunting voices were things so why not that?  Still, it wasn’t.  As much as it didn’t seem like Relm it was her just in a strange state of mind.

The silver wolf bopped his nose against the bottom of Relm’s jaw gently.  She knew she was coming to the worst wolf in the world to be reassured, right?  He’d try but it's not like he had much practice at it. “It’s fine Relm.  Look, the list of those I care for includes you, Al, and Torch so you’re just the right sort of friend for me.” He could have added that he didn’t care for the clingy emotional sort but this was the wrong time to mention that.  This was a special rare moment so he’d try to be there for whatever.

“I’m not one to butt into others' affairs but, Relm what's wrong?  Is there something I can help with?” If Relm was this upset accepting a hug was not going to be enough to make it alright.  Just tell him someone to go kill and that would be a solution he could fix.  Relm was no weakling though so if that had been the problem she could have handled things.  “Torch likes you also.”  Probably wasn’t worth much but it was true.

"Kichi"