For several moments the tall, powerful black and red male simply sits, eyes of molten gold and sky blue held upon the white female before him as she turns to face him and his words drawl towards her in the slow and easy manner in which Guardian does most things. He is troubled, to be sure, by what Hyrule has told him and by the body of Voltaire laying strewn within the dust, stick lodged between his ribs and into the cavity of his chest. He has seen this with his own eyes, knows the words of the Boy King to be true and yet still his soul aches to hear otherwise, to find reason or way to exclude Everlast from it if only because he desires her innocence in it. Surely…..surely she, his very soul, had not had him place such a stick on purpose- for such purpose? He could not, he does not think, allow himself to be tied to a creature so malicious as such intentional action would make her and truly he does not believe it off her, not really. Yet Guardian is forgicing by nature, gentle my design, willing to see the good in all beings and perhaps it is this simple, beautiful nature of the male that allows him to sit so calmly before her, to ask her evenly, levelly, to speak with him on this and yet her reaction is far more intense then he had anticipated- white flecked features widening in surprise at the sudden outburst from the female.

It is instinct alone that sees him rise to his feet, toned, hard muscle tensing as he towers above her, though he makes no action to stop her sudden pacing as her voices rises to fver pitch and she screams towards him. She knew then- she knew what had occurred and to who was at fault. How much did she know of Zeus? How close was she to this male whom had so displeased the Angel pack and disrupted the family of Amir? More perhaps, then she had ever said and in this moment Guardian feels this stab of….despair within himself. He can feel her own emotions in a way, as if his own soul burns with this turmoil, mingling with his own sense of despair as she assures him that surely, surely she didn’t know what Zeus had intended. She becomes only more frantic, his eyes narrowed now, though not with malice, the male simply desiring that she cease her madness so he might speak to her again.

“Yar sayin’ a lotta words but I ain’t understandin’ most of dem’ I….ow!”

She was speaking far to frantically, his words calm still, a shaky grin touching his features in some effort to sooth her before she lunges suddenly towards him, her teeth sinking into the thick, powerful muscle and fur of his chest, a sound of surprise pulled from his lips though he holds his position. He is a warrior after all- a son of Azrael and Andromeda- he has been taught, if nothing else….to hold his position if need be. For a moment his head simply tilts down, eyeing the little female whom still held his chest.

“Can yar let go? I ain’t after yar babe.”

One russet paw extends, pressing on Everlasts chest, sliding her backward until she releases him- though this only seems to see her rush about in madness trying to drive him from the den as he simply seats himself once more- tail flicking in the only sign off agitation he is content to give.

“Now yar stop dat, stop it, dun make me hold yar down cause I will, eh? Stop it, I can’t help ya if yar gunna be snappin’ at me and carrin’ on like dat and I need ya….I need ya ta tell me da truth.”

He means it, his gaze resting upon her own, utterly ignoring her attempts to drive him from her, waiting until a pause in her madness before speaking once more.

“Voltaire is dead, Everlast, do yar understand dat? He’s dead because Zeus killed him on dat stick yar had me help ya put into da ground. Did Zeus tell yar to put it dare? Did yar know what he was gunna do wit it? Yar tell me da truth now, dun lie to me, I’ll know if yar do.”

He would feel it, he was sure, as his very soul could feel her own panic and fear and it is will power alone that commands his own demeanour to remain calm despite the building tension within himself. Should she attempt to flee he would simply chase her, his legs were far longer, he was far faster- he would catch her easily. Her child within the den however would surely keep her before him. He simply needed the truth and he was determined to get it.