for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
His embrace wakes a desire in her that is totally inappropriate to their situation, the little gestures of affection calling up a warm pleasure that internally has her stretching like a cat. Outwardly she just shivers a little and makes a low contented sound in the back of her throat, closing her eyes to the golden light.
Of course Lie’s laughter calls her out of this and she smiles because she hears the embarrassment in it. She is serene, forgetting a little under his touch that she is worried, or sad. Not forgetting entirely because here within his embrace she also feels that she could collapse into all the hurt and it would be alright somehow, that he would slide under the yoke of the emotions with her and do his best to help her bear them.
He will be the father of her children, and though he stumbles over his words as he rounds toward understanding that she will carry his sons and daughters she remains calm and quiet. There is a warmth in her cheeks and in her chest that she’s not ready to speak of, and there is something thrilling about not saying anything at all.
Litotes buries his muzzle into her mane and pulls back slowly to look up at him, giving him a knowing and contented smile. “Yes dear.” She murmurs, flashing a smirk on the second word to tell him she is pleased rather than sarcastic. She turns to follow, nipping at his barrel lightly as they go. She watches Rune as Lie makes them a little nest in the snow, the cat is looking at the stallion intently and Kensa almost asks if everything is alright. Not knowing that the two of them are having a chat, thought-to-thought.
The cremello stallion settles down in the scraped and trampled hollow, and Kensa laughs at his sweet tired face. She nuzzles him slowly and affectionately, brushing a kiss over his lips before settling down with her back to his so that they can look over their shoulders at one another. “Try not to hog the bed Lie, and let the cat sleep with us.” She hopes that Rune will not resent being ‘the cat’, and dips her head at her in a plea for forgiveness just in case. Breathing a sigh she lets go of her foolish humor. “I’m glad we are home together.”
However sleep comes over them it is welcome, though perhaps not as restful as their first night sleeping side by side should have been.
Morning comes cold and early, and Kensa wakes with a shuddering cough. She shakes it off, because it is the first such and no other follows. Rising carefully she tries to not wake Lie, walking to the stream where a bit of searching finds her a place to break the ice and draw a very cold drink. The grey new day brings new worries, with Lie hopefully rested they need to decide what to do. Try to find someone to heal him? Here in Hyaline he is likely to end up sick again. They both are likely to be sick for as long as the stand guard here. She gazes steadily into the water--somehow still moving beneath the ice--and hopes they can be so resilient.
@[litotes]
