What else was there to do but promise? Altavro was out of his depth, more than he'd ever been before. He was all but an expert on matters of the body, but the mind? Well, he would do his best. That was what he could offer her. He might have been grumpy or cranky or a thousand other things, but he'd never abandon an injured wolf, and she was injured too. Maybe not physically, but she was injured, and he was a Nomad and he was honor bound to help her, and he would have helped her anyways. Albatross was an interesting wolf, and despite his best efforts to the contrary, Altavro had enjoyed her company. Just a little! Not a lot, of course, but enough that he would have stuck around anyways. Altavro pricked his ears towards her, looking down at the female. She looked so little, so broken on the sand, that he wanted to help her more than anything. "I will, Albatross." It wasn't a promise Altavro made lightly. He didn't make promises easily, and this one was one that Altavro fully intended to see through to the end. "You're going to be all right." This was accompanied by a nod on his part - he knew she would be. The world was not so cruel as to keep torturing her now, and Altavro would help her. He would be there for her. She was injured and he would help her, and for him it was that simple. Speech,

She had been whole once upon a time, so long ago and too distant and lost for her to remember. After that, after the breaking all she had had left was the circle, the repetitive cycle of her broken mind that went around and around in an endless agony. Now? she no longer even had that. The memories where resurfacing and she could feel them bubble and boil beneath the edges of her awareness, and they terrified her. She was so frightened of her own mind and for all that she had drowned herself in her insanity it seemed that the she had come full circle and this time there was no escaping them.

But she could not say she had nothing not with this wolf standing tall above her, guarding her, grounding her and keeping her alive when otherwise she might had screamed, and run into the depths of the ocean to drown herself in a whole new and brutally physical way. No, she had Altavero and here he was, promising to keep her alive, promising that he would save what he had created.

He told her that she was going to be alright, and she clung to those words, looked up at him through her grey mists and believed more than believed, she hoped for the first time in a very long time. ?Then my fate is yours? she said simply, incapable of controlling it herself, and terrible relieved to be free of its burden, she would sink further into the sand, sink and move at the same time until she was curling up at his feet like an overgrown puppy, needing his warmth and protection.

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