Felih's ears draw back in hurt, in disappointment. Perhaps... perhaps Francel is right. Perhaps it was too late, but- is there harm in trying?
Maybe there was. Felih felt as if he was sure of little and less, these days.
"I'm sorry," Felih murmurs again. "I never... wished to hurt you. You are a treasured friend to me, still, though my- my cowardice has made me distant in the wake of our loss." His tail tucks between his legs, defeated. "If you would rather I- I sever our ties, I... would not blame you." He says it with great hesitance.
Felih, at heart, is clan-oriented. He is only the people who care for him, who he cares for, and without others, he is lost and aimless. It hurts to break a bond, but if it would ease the mourning man's heart...
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Maybe there was. Felih felt as if he was sure of little and less, these days.
"I'm sorry," Felih murmurs again. "I never... wished to hurt you. You are a treasured friend to me, still, though my- my cowardice has made me distant in the wake of our loss." His tail tucks between his legs, defeated. "If you would rather I- I sever our ties, I... would not blame you." He says it with great hesitance.
Felih, at heart, is clan-oriented. He is only the people who care for him, who he cares for, and without others, he is lost and aimless. It hurts to break a bond, but if it would ease the mourning man's heart...