Memories of the Proposal

It took a while of attempted comfort, but Christen had eventually scared herself to sleep. A sleep that was far from peaceful, when she still has that distraught look on her teary, sleeping face. Even as he gently wiped the tear away from her closed eyes, she flinched from the contact, causing Fenris to pull his hand away. She even curled up in his arms, trying to keep distance from him in her sleep.

‘Christen... What happened to you?' he wondered, gently setting her back down on the rug, using a cushion as a makeshift pillow for her, and draped the blanket he used for her earlier back over her body. With each gentle touch he made, Christen would whimper at, her distress seemingly growing.

His worries for both her well being and mentality reached a breaking point at the sight. Fenris wasted no time lying right next to her and holding her close to him. An act that made her tremble all the more, yet not enough to cause her to wake. He gently rested his forehead down to her’s, and conce