Solstace lay down beneath the sprawling branches of an Alderwood tree.
Crimson approached him cautiously, her eyes — a kaleidoscope of colors — darting anxiously from Solstace to his injury. Kneeling by his side, she didn’t miss the sharp intake of breath as her fingers hovered over the injury. She wrinkled her nose as the strong, iron tang of blood assaulted her senses, mingling with the deep, earthy musk that clung to the ancient wood.
A flicker of vulnerability crossed Solstace’s usually stoic face.
Crimson tried to compose herself, but her hair was a rainbow of colors. He looks so... human right now. The pain he’s feeling is something he can’t keep from me. I feel a strong need to help, comfort, and be close. Is this what pity feels like?
“Playing the tough guy as usual, huh?” Cri
