Rhone can respect and understand her inability to let go. It had been hard to let Alexia go, to finally toss dirt over her small, cold body. To bury a foal is hard and he was not ready not prepared to lose his very first child. He didn’t want to let go either, so he understands her. He simply offers her a nod of his head, a silent acceptance. She would be ready in time, when that would be was another question for another day. Only she could really say.
What he could not agree with was her inability, or rather her unwillingness, to fight for her health. There were medics and shaman who could easily extend her life or even better it. Choosing not to use these services was foolish, but he knew she didn’t want to hear that from him. She had lived in Dusk before, she knew what Dusk Court was capable of. In all his years of wisdom, he knew that you cannot force help on someone who doesn’t want it. She had to be ready and open to help before it could be freely given.
Eyes watch as she slowly picks herself up from the sand, careful about where she places her feet. Rhone is not yet ready to watch her leave because he feels as though there is still so much more left unsaid. But he says nothing. She has made up her mind and perhaps she had good reason to. Ear flick at the sudden sensation of her breath against them, taking in her words and knowing that he will at least try for her.
He leans into the affection she displays to his nape, listening as she says her final goodbyes. "Goodnight, Luvena." He watches her until she disappears before he sighs and turns back to his fire, or what is left of the hot coals. He gets to work rebuilding and relighting his fire, watching as it flickers back to life. Such an interesting evening it had proven to be.
@Luvena
