It's never the same

He could see when he was winning the battle. When she began to move, seeking him for comfort. Comfort was hardly his fortae, but at least she wasn't asking for words. He didn't pull away when her tiny body settled in between her paws. Instead, he drew her a little closer. To his chest, to his heart. Which for some unfathomable reason was beating a little harder. 

He drew a paw around her, and let her cry it out. Dampening his chest with her tears. He didn't know what to say, so he didn't bother to say anything. He just let her feel it all, and let it out. He tucked his chin over her body, which fit so easily between his chest, paws, and chin. “Still Warlord in public to you.” He told, his voice sounding content instead of scolding as he rubbed her back a couple times.