Nightmares are dreams too
Safe.
Safe.
Garmr could not recall a time in his life that he had ever been told that, or expereinced it. Even now he is skeptical of believing it. Before he had struck her down, Ainaz had been full of fire, flinging her words at him as if they were weapons. Just as she did every time they crossed paths. But perhaps she had felt safe with him, until now? Until he had done something worth not feeling safe for. Allowing his eyes to close again, Garmr feels a pain squeeze his heart that he didn’t understand.
“I don’t understand.” He murmurs, his deep voice barely above a whisper. But he isn’t asking her to explain. Garmr doubts that it would make any sense to him, and he would only feel further need to argue that it was wrong.
The Lagoon Boss holds his head there for a time. Letting her rest her head against his, while drinking in her blood-tinged scent and letting what had happened replay over and over inside his head. Garmr knew he could never allow something like that to ever happen again. No matter what the situation, he needed to be in full control. Even if it was in the decision to end someone’s life. That fate still hung over him, to choose who would take Ainaz’s place in the giliten. But it wouldn’t be her; it would never be her again.
Slowly pulling his head away, Garmr could feel the muscles in his neck were sore from how long he had been standing that way. The sweat upon his body had mostly dried; his eyes nearly as dull as his salty coat. “Get up.” Although he might have meant it as a command, it held no bite nor force behind it. If she told him no, Garmr would not argue. “We will go home.”