The first meeting with Rugar was unsettling. His optimistic words, “I
used to be like you,” perhaps should have been a comfort, but only
reminded her how broken she was.
She knocked on Dryden's
quarters; for a moment, doubting her right to disturb him, as her
emotions tumbled. She shocked herself by reaching boldly to him
when he answered, halting as her paw brushed his shirt. Her
troubled, confused eyes flicked up to his.
“What's wrong?”
She ducked her head, uncertain how to explain.
It was
when he folded her in his arms that she realized what she had needed.
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