“Me?” He echoed dumbly, stunned to his core. There was an innocence in that word and across his face, one which didn’t often peek through. Ramiel saw it, considering their closeness and how often they spent time together, but no one else did. As soon as he asked it, Raziel blinked and frowned again, mind racing with all the reasons he was certain she must be lying to him. Why would anyone want to remember Raziel? Why should he be remembered? Lease of all by her, Dahlia, who had been sweet and kind throughout the day, all while looking for her mother.
Mother.
Raziel’s eyes softened on her again. An old ache burned in his chest, familiar.
“I’m sorry we didn’t find your dam.” He said sincerely and in earnest, which may have been the kindest he’d been to her all day.
Raziel glanced over his shoulder at the open meadow lit only in white-blue moonlight and back at her. “Would you like to… walk with me?” It felt strange to ask, and his stomach suddenly felt as if it were in knots. He flicked his ears and swished his tail but tried not to let it affect the lines of his face and turn them angry or hard. It left him a little exposed and he wasn’t sure he liked that, but something strange was happening between them and the energy it was building was making him antsy. Maybe if they walked he could at least burn the edge of it away.
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