Partners in Crime

Aresenn stood at the entrance of Absinth's den after watching her cross its threshold- his amber eyes scanning the interior, trailing behind her. It was a reflection of Absinth, a sanctuary filled with reminders of her strength and resilience. He couldn't help but feel a sense of silent appreciation as he took in the trophies adorning the shelves and the vibrant feathers scattered across the floor. It was impressive. Or at the very least, nothing like what he expected. After a few more moments of taking everything in, he refocused his gaze to Absinth. She had made her way to her bedding, groaning in pain as she settled onto it. He could see how labored her movements were, her injuries clearly causing her great discomfort. He hated it for her. And if he could have taken the pain and made it his own, he certainly would have.

Aresenn hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. It was only her words that broke his lull- the reeling thoughts that commanded his mind. The space felt … inviting, far more than what he could say for his own den. He approached her slowly, mindful not to jostle her or invade her space. "I'll stick around," he answered softly, his voice carrying a note of sincerity. "For a little while, anyways." As long as you need me to.

"Aresenn Praetor"