Sire cried right there as Natham relaxed his muscles and held her as softly as he could. So many things were happening and she was in the middle of it all. Probably lost and alone and with no one who could understand. She didn't know why she was crying in his arms when he stopped messing around with her sides and decided on a hug. He pat her back and only when Sire felt her. sobs subside did she realise they'd been that way for a little while. He wasn't saying anything and all she was doing was crying.
When she was done, she pushed her way out of his hug and he easily let her.
"I'm sorry." She began. Paused to see if he would say anything but he didn't. She sighed. Avoiding his eyes. "I really am"
"Well you should be" he said loud enough for her to catch it. He didn't look at her. He turned around and rested an arm on his folded knee. Looking straight ahead. Sire fixated her teary wiped eyes at him. Been long since she cried. She sniffed.
