High Lonesome

Frith would shift slightly as Novella remained still, her serious expression on that he saw often upon her taut features. He could feel the stress and the worries that held tightly to her, and hew knew not how to relinquish their grip. Still he would show her his affection and undying love, because what else could he do? The man would offer his support and his love to her, but he could offer no other solution to her ailment. He didn't know the doubts that ate at her, or the inadequacies that flaunted themselves to her.

He could say nothing. Just as frustrated as she felt would her husband. He felt like he was failing her, not being able to help her through. He would never show it, instead he would hold on to her tightly. His voice silent as Novella refrained from answering. Would Novel or Dutiron have been able to help them if they had still been there? He wouldn't dwell on the thought, knowing very well that 'ifs' were dangerous. He would nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her scent and breathing out his will for her to get better, to feel like herself once more. To be the Novella he knew was in there.