“Thank you,” he said.
His arm’s tightened around Bloodstone. Roselite could tell that Bloodstone wasn’t exactly comfortable, but Bloodstone hadn’t pushed him away either. He wasn’t snarling at Roselite or calling him names. He was being as generous and compassionate as it was possible for him to be, and though he was doing it for Roselite’s sake more than anything else, it still showed his capacity to care for someone, when he wanted to.
Upset as he was, Roselite meant what he’d said.
Being here, in the Dark Kingdom — it was better. He had friends. He had Bloodstone. He had people he wanted to protect, in whatever way he could.
Guine
Fin!
