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Aresenn let out a low growl, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He watched Absinth's stubbornness play across her face, her unwillingness to admit she needed any form of help. It was infuriating and … understandable, all at once. His gaze softened, and he remained silent for a moment, studying her. He could almost hear the wheels turning in her head as she grappled with the situation. The frustration in his voice was impossible to miss as he finally spoke up. "Damn it, Absinth," he began, watching her with obvious concern written over his expression. "This isn't about being weak or strong. It's about being smart." His gaze held a fierce intensity, showing the depth of his interest in her well being.

His jaw tightened. Her defiance sparked something within him, the same unyielding spirit that matched his own. For a moment, he let himself feel the electricity of that connection, the intertwined determination that was so uniquely them. Then, with a sigh, he stepped back to let her stand on her own. He was never going to win that one. "Alright," he acquiesced, a rare concession against his usual domineering nature. "We'll play it your way." A ghost of a smile played on his lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, which remained clouded with concern. He led her slowly back towards their den, making sure she was steady before he withdrew his support entirely.

Aresenn’s eyes flashed at her words, a hint of the hardness that was usually present within them making its appearance once more. He hesitated, watching her nestle herself in the fur of his chest, taking comfort from his presence. He couldn’t resist the pull to wrap an arm around her- to pull her closer. Resting his own chin on her head in their moment of embrace. His voice was a low rumble when he finally spoke, "Feeling weak is temporary, Absinth. Power comes from overcoming the things. You'll overcome this with rest." He paused for a moment before continuing, "You are not weak." His gaze softened as he peered down at her. Pulling away ever so slightly to get a better look, and allowing his amber gaze to linger a moment longer before settling against her once again. “But just how do you think I’m going to distract you?” He rumbled lowly- though the amusement in his tone had taken hold.

"Aresenn Praetor"