I lay there for a moment, as he went off to find the cobwebs, could I trust him? Would he stay with me this time? What happens if Tess asks him to do something dangerous and I lose the only living love I have? Would he do it? Fear grips my healer's heart as I stare down at my creams and caramels, smiling over the little ones even as I cry for the pain. I look over at my seal pack, my nose finding the poppy seeds I keep to numb the pain, the green herb I have found decreases milk production, and I had to eat double to make the product back. Only a few of the small pods do I ingest, my pain lessening, though I still knew I was bleeding a bit too much. Faster than I expected, Mortz returns, cobwebs in tow as he hands them over and apologizes.

"You do not have to apologize for doing what Tesseract told you to do, nor do you have to apologize for speaking with the wolf who is linked to your soul. Duty first." The cobwebs I had placed on my paw, to speak what I had come to in my own mind. I turn my navy eyes to meet the orange of his own, another kind of ache filling my chest. I understood well the pull on one's soul an imprint had, and that was on my side of things, not the side I find my mate on. He feels it ten fold I am sure, and a thought comes to my mind. Though I will not speak it, nor think it again. I ignore the talk of the princess, my jealous heart too much to let me listen to the prattle of work well done. I was too tired, or so I played that I was, a smile played on my face as I look upon the handsome face of my mate returned to me. I couldn't let bitterness or anger overshadow the fact that I could require anything of him, but I would never.

I smile at him, my eyes dancing over his face as I lay upon my side, fixing my bandage before answering his questioning eyes. "The little one with the grey tail is Novel, the brown one is Dante, and the little white and blonde is Story. Each gave their own measure of trouble, as I am sure they always will." I smile tiredly, laying my head down, my pain medicine kicking in and exhaustion taking hold. "Come, lay beside them, I have made the den large enough. I need you to keep an eye on the bleeding, gather more cobwebs if you must. I love you..." I say the last as I drift to sleep, eyes shutting with him in my sights, involuntarily closing whether he listened or not.