Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

Briar finished unraveling and brushing out her tail just in time to hear her husband let out a long, heavy sigh from where he was sitting in front of the fireplace. She glanced toward him, looking at his back with a little, slightly rueful smile. She knew how heavily this mess with Ember was weighing on him–among other things–but it seemed like tonight in particular had him feeling quite melancholy. She placed her brush back on the vanity and put a lid on the lightly fragranced oil she liked to treat her fur with after her bath and she turned to cross the bedroom to where Artorias was brooding.

She lifted her forelegs to rest her paws on his shoulders and stood up on her back legs so she could wrap her forelegs around his neck from behind. She nuzzled her cheek into his as she gave his neck a gentle hug. "Thinking about Ember again?" she questioned, turning her head to kiss his cheek affectionately. She had tried her best to not pick sides between them thus far, only giving her slight opinions for both sides of the argument, but she was getting the feeling that this war between her stubborn daughter and her hard headed husband wasn't going to end until someone swayed one of them one way or another. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked as she rubbed across his chest.

"Artorias & Briar Carpathius"