[M] New Wounds and Old Scars

He had been about to reply to her, his heart heavy, and unsure. This is why he never let people close to him or close to his people. They often asked questions he just could not answer and he wasn't sure how the answers would soothe them or help. They would only give some people nightmares and hate his species besides just fear them. What had stopped him was her tears. They had come on quick after her noticing her heirloom was gone. "Bri..."

The word was barely above a whisper as he watched her. She was heartbroken and it had only happened cause she had gone on the mission with him. She wasn't even suppose to be there but he wanted to play the white knight for her and the price of his judgement seemed to only cause her pain. "I'm sorry..." he said as he got up and walked over to the window and slid down onto his knees to hold her. "I am so sorry for it all, but give me time. I have never needed anyone before so it is hard for me to open up. I vill try for you."

He closed his eyes and rest his head on her back just holding her. "And if you vant I can see if ve can salvage your necklace. Find a nice jeveler in te area vho can make it into something new... zat way it isn't lost forever." He exhaled sharply. "Just please don't cry... It vill all be okay. I von't leave you..."