Dutiron could sense his mate's fear only rising, she wasn't calming though reason wasn't immediately clear to him. He continued in his movements and steps towards trying to calm her though her cries would soon strike his heart and he would retreat, taking a step away from his beloved mate though it pained him to do so. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her though if all he was doing was scaring her more then it'd be foolish to try to do so. Clearly the poor woman had to be hallucinating, Series Destruction was thankfully dead.
The man had certainly been cruel and he knew Novel had always feared him, even after his death she'd once feared the possibility of becoming him though it had been then and still was an insane thought in Dutiron's mind. It tormented him now though she see that the man even in death still held this power to bring such fear into the woman and it seemed there was little he could do to banish the imaginary man now. "Novel, Series isn't here." He had no idea if he could talk any sense into her from his new position at the entrance of the den, but he certainly hoped he could do so. "It's me Novel, it's Dutiron."
