He waited for her judgement, breath bated hoping that she wouln’t be afraid or think he was crazy. He never hoped for this before, using this so many times to ward off those that dared tread to near. Church had to know, but he was still worried he would lose the best part of him and the best thing that ever were to happen to him. So as his story ended and they both fell silent he simply watched her, gauging her for her every movement and action sitting still, passive, his face oddly blank like his voice had been as he explained his past. She seemed to feel bad for him though out the story whether or not she actually believed him he couldn’t tell and he wouldn’t ask, the only thing he wanted to know was if they could still be together like they had been that day able to have fun and allow their souls to mingle in joyous bliss. He just wanted that to continue.

As her eyes met his though once he was story was over though he knew he had nothing to worie about. A soft smile was touching her maw and believe him or not she was taking him for what he believed he was. He could tell and a part of him was more relieved than ever. He had never opened up to someone like that telling them everything and then was accepted, perhaps it was because he felt Church was his light, was the thing he needed to help quell them but she was happy and he needed her though how much she needed him too he had yet to hear he was so far just happy his light chose to stay by his side. Though the look told him everything what he didn’t expect was for her too close the small space between them tucking her muzzle underneath his chin leaving him rather surprised by the gentle touch of the female. He looked down the side of his muzzle at her watching as she contentedly nestled herself in.

She spoke though the sad tone etched with the laugh caused him concern. She has dealt in demons and angels? He knew the clans, his own mother had been an ‘angel’ and the ‘demons’ were in the swamps of Iromar yet really they were all wolves he wondered for a moment if she meant this or if she meant something more metaphorical. He worried for her then that perhaps she had her own demons chasing her, well good thing then, she was with an expert demon slayer. Though again he couldn’t say that was her problem and now it was his time to wonder about her own past, though like her, no matter what he would take it face value accept that part of her like she had done him.

As she finished her statement though he was so overwhelmed with gratitude and another feeling he wasn’t entirely sure what it was… Adoration? But it wasn’t like what he had felt for his mother, stronger more pure he felt. His eyes burned and he swore he felt like he was going to cry but instead he bit it back. Being accepted was a strange feeling he never cared before but feeling it now was amazing he rapped his silver furred neck around hers pulling her in closer a little awkwardly and slow at first but once the full comfort of the pose of curling around her much as his father had around his mom he found a comfort like no other and he loved it.

”And I shall deal with any demons that dare threaten it, my light.” He says softly inhaling the scent taking in the foreign scent of Asteraia and scent presumably of the brothers she stayed with. He was curious about her past and he wished to ask but he was happy where he was for the moment. The warmth the feeling of being wanted, maybe even needed, he didn’t know. He was her other half and he would be there for her.

”You can tell me anything you want, whenever you want… I will forever be your moon regardless.” He says begrudgingly pulling away to look into her aqua marine eyes. He didn’t know what there was to tell, but one thing was she was staying for him he would stay for her and protect her. He just hoped he could bring her the peace he wanted like she had brought him.