EvelienLocalArtist
In a drawer full of knives you're the spoon.
Donahue frowned at her. "Sabella... I don't want a 'soft girl' I want...." His voice trailed, he was now understanding why she was so up set. Not knowing what she wanted him to do he dropped his bag stepping forward and suddenly hugging her tightly. Besides their breif banter on the night of the feast this was the closest and most intimate he had ever been with her. "I'm sorry I upset you, I'm sorry things have gone to hell, but if...." He was about go on and explain how if any one was to survive they would have to leave this famished land, but instead he held her a bit longer in his muscular embrace before carefully speaking "What do you want from me?" His gaze pleading for her not to be upset anymore, he knew she want him as a mate and he knew she wanted him to stay but he knew that wasn't everything.