Close Your Eyes

if he knew he would have been overridden with guilt. Vixe--a friend to Azalea-something that perhaps, he would not be able to ever fathom. That was for the best and his sanity would benefit from it. Golden eyes kept down on the opening before him and eyes watched his daughter. She was really living this. A small questioning tone and the sweetest word he could have ever heard made his heart tighten. A sigh would drop free from his lips and his tail pulled closer to his body...poor thing, "Are you doing alright?" the question was quick and genuinely concerned. He knew there wasn't much he could do for her and so he prayed he was enough.

She asked him another question and he offered her a gentle smile, "It's beautiful, 'Zalea," He pressed his nose towards a side of it moving whatever the little bit that was sticking out was. She had some to learn on--but she'd never really had to care for herself. Isardis had done that while she belonged to him. That thought...was so grueling. A low sigh and he aimed to push his own backside against the greenery, "I can help you fix it up over the next few days. Before the children are here,' He knew she was well aware how close she was...would she be ready? ever? It was such a hard thing to prepare for.

"Are you doing alright?" honestly, he only hoped for her happiness. Azalea was a young one and there could be joy found here if she would just allow for it. "If you aren't being plagued with that question enough," she probably was.