Unforgivable

If he could just bring her through the shroud of pain that clouded every thought and minute of her being, if he could help her through this until she could stand without trembling legs, eat without bringing it back up or walk the lands of the pack without tears slipping down her cheeks. He knew nothing could truly bring away the pain that held so terribly to her, he needed only to raise her above it, to feel it without being consumed by it. He felt her regain her strength and her will; he could see the resolve in her eyes and knew his words had done something to pierce her shroud of misery. That doing it for fern was easier than doing it for herself.



He felt his own agony lesson, he was able to breathe again as he became an individual once more, and not another limb to Twig caught in her misery as keenly as if it were his own. It was just that he could not bare to see her in such pain, and wished he could take some of that pain away, to put it on his own shoulders to relieve it from hers. He felt her dig closer to him, drawing from his strength and he gave it to her gladly. Once more he would fold himself around her protectively, this time beneath the soft glow of the dying day and against the coolness of the earth.
?I know Twig, I know. It will always hurt, but time will dull the pain. You just have to survive the next little while, but you?ll find your will to live again?
He promised her gently, folding his head down over hers as she pushed gently into the base of his neck, and he held her again, promising her protection from the world.
[colo=lightblue] ?Now.. please, can I get you some food, and liquid? You need all the strength you can get? [/color]
he murmured to her gently, feeling a pinch of hope in his chest, for if she agreed would be a big step in her mourning.



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