Turn to dust or gold

Her smirk made him relax a bit, her teasing more usual for her. It was half of what it used to be, but at least she was trying. He let out a chuckle, but just rested beside her as she whispered those soft words. Bass felt his heart break as the woman curled into a ball, a whine leaving his throat as his pale ears pressed back against her head. He didn't understand what she was going through, not at all. But he honestly didn't think that he would or could ever understand her emotions and feelings, he would never ever hurt Wren. Never. He just couldn't even... the images she must see when she closed her eyes. As he watched her for a moment, curled up in his pack lands, he felt his anger grow towards Kylar. Cataleya was a strong warrior woman, he had yet to beat her, and here she was so... broken. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. She turned down the herbs with a shake of her head, and he didn't know what else to do for her. Wiggling closer to her, he draped his head across her neck, gently pulling himself closer so that he was resting just behind her silver frame. "Is there anything I can do?" He asked her softly, his tail flickering slightly behind him. Bass felt a little uncomfortable, but she was his friend and he wasn't just going to lay there and watch her be upset... he wasn't like that.