He wouldn't do anything more than listen, and for that she was thankful. He wouldn't interrupt her with more sad excuses and he wasn't about to try and touch her again. She'd say her peace, though she never should have had to, and then when she was through he would agree with one word. Really it was all he could do, there was no way for him to prove to her here now that he was going to do what he agreed on. "Good," She'd say equally as simply as it seemed their conversation had ended. She wouldn't offer him forgiveness or a place back in her heart yet. He was the father of her pups, and that was all he would be until he decided to apologize or prove he wasn't a worthless sire. "Take me home," She'd say shortly, "I'm getting much too cold." She'd allow him close proximity on the way back, her form would come to stand close to his, "Only because I don't want to freeze." She'd point out dryly as her gaze rested in the horizon, so ready to curl back up next to Othello and sleep forever.
"Speech"
