Elegant and gentle, the shadow stood by her side. Protective… it’s his nature. It would always be his nature. Viđarr couldn’t help it. The mare’s response came in her own mother tongue, and it was a balm to any nerves that may have been creeping in. It set him even further at ease. For this sad woman, he was glad to be present. Be here.
I don’t think I can sleep. Viđarr nods softly. He softly reaches out to touch her shoulder as the tears come, doing the best he can to put her at ease. Everything about him is gentle. Maybe he was overstepping, but it was better to offer what comfort he could. Just allowing her to stand there and struggle? Well, that was why he’d approached in the first place. Viđarr had joined her to offer comfort, and he’d continue to.
“Perhaps you are better without him, in that case.” Maybe he’s put his foot in his mouth, but Viđarr couldn’t help it. His words were soft, though, and held no judgement. Beside the mare, the shadow shows gentle concern. The humorless laugh that comes from the mare resonates with him where he stands. It made sense, at least in his mind. “You don’t need to apologize.”
“Not what I expected, but it’s what you needed,” The stallion’s amber eyes rested on her face for a moment, gentle. “What else is it that you need?” Viđarr would always do his best to provide. It was well within his nature.
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