yet my blood renders me a King
Sah was surprised at the touch but tilted his head to rest his temple against Sohalia. Affection, gratitude, and understanding swirled in the bond as she echoed his words. A fraction of the tension in his shoulders bled away at the reassurance and the shared sentiment was grounding.
The Wild Thunder hated the pain in Sohalia's voice, easily recalling when she'd shown up at his door after the fight with the yet. Sah wrapped an arm around Sohalia's shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze, "No. But we'll survive this and find a new normal." They didn't have a choice. Either they gave up and lost everything, or they pushed through and adapted to whatever the outcome might be. And gods, Sah hoped that outcome was victory.
The Wild Thunder hated the pain in Sohalia's voice, easily recalling when she'd shown up at his door after the fight with the yet. Sah wrapped an arm around Sohalia's shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze, "No. But we'll survive this and find a new normal." They didn't have a choice. Either they gave up and lost everything, or they pushed through and adapted to whatever the outcome might be. And gods, Sah hoped that outcome was victory.
Sah
