How Much It Matters

The bob-tailed woman didn't put up a fight as Chimera pulled her down into his nest of furs. He didn't expect her to. In the time since she'd washed up on his island, the pair had grown quite close. The man wouldn't wish to part with her just as he wouldn't wish to part with any of his women. Reila brought a freshness into his life that Chimera very much needed.

A pale paw ran down his shoulder and the brute rumbled appreciatively in response. One big paw slid down to grip the fae's hip and he chuckled as she assured him that she was adaptable. The man's pink speckled nose buried in the thicker fur of her neck where he proceeded to give her a gentle nibble. "I'm well aware that you're adaptable, love." It was no secret that Reila had chosen a den separate from his own spacious chambers that were being shared with the rest of his family. He respected the woman's decision to keep herself apart. If she didn't feel comfortable, then he wouldn't force her.

"Things will be better here," he assured her. "If I... if anything happens to me, my sister will care for all of you." He wasn't sure if he'd beat the illness or if it would return in the future just as it had recently. Chimera didn't want to chance it though. That was why he had joined Ashen rather than reforge Fenmyre. He hoped that Reila wouldn't look down on him for his decision, but he was pretty good at projecting his own self-disappointment.

"Chimera Klein"