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Sharp yellow and red irises caught the exhausted movements of the blushed dove of Uumalah, and he moved his great bulk alongside her, wing lifting as he stepped closer to accept her slender tired weight against his side and support her as they walked— but he stopped himself. Her annoyed look and grunted answer to his question told him that to offer help to the woman would be the surest way for a kick in the teeth.

Instead, he walked alongside her, massive wing still partially lifted in the event that she should start to collapse and actually needed his support. But that did not arise— instead, the unlikely pair came upon her sleeping quarters. His sharp gaze transferred from her to her nest, surprise passing briefly over his starkly white face, “This is much nicer than anything in my journey,” her murmured softly, without meaning to.

His eyes traced the archway as she walked beneath it— for once foregoing the sight of a mare’s haunches to study her handiwork. His muzzle reached out as he passed through, brushed the woven branches in admiration, before entering. Bright eyes sweep the home, finding glittering glass as decorations in the walls, before sweeping back to the woman as she spoke once again. His head cocked slightly as he found resentment in her eyes— had she not invited him here?

He watched her, even as her words paused and her eyes travelled up to the glittering glad shards, reminding quiet until she spoke again. So she watched after the King’s son? Was she a royal guard of the Edge? These questions danced on the tip of his tongue, but her harrowed exhaustion stopped them from spilling out.

Instead, he simply nodded at her answers, eyes sweeping to the trunk as she spoke of sweetgrass within it. And, although he was slightly hungry and rarely turned away food, the promise of resting alongside her warm, slender body was far better than any grasses. So, instead, he shook his heavy head, beard swaying, “I can eat after we’ve rested.”

And, with easy movements, he began to move around the blushed woman, along her side on her soft bed of wildflowers. Aroma lifted as his heavy, large hooves crushed their wilted petals and related their perfume. His great wing stretched out, aiming to tuck her slender white body beneath it.