02-14-2017, 12:07 AM
He looks her over, worry creasing his brows and sympathy softening his sea-green eyes. She doesn't turn when he calls her name, flinches when he blows warmth at her when all he'd meant was to calm her. Of course. He was too near. Feeling like an idiot, he takes a step back, but doesn't leave. He'd meant it; he was here to help. She would come to know he doesn't mean to harm her- would never. Especially not after all she's been through, even if he was capable of such. He wants to be near, to offer her some comfort, but he would stand off. Would not touch her. Not unless she asked, not unless she wanted him to. He cocks a hind hoof, his stance calm despite all the concerns swirling in his mind. Man, but her sides are so large. He looks closely, and can see the child- could it really only be one?- shifting under her skin, stretched at maximum to bear the weight. Every muscle in his chest constricts as she makes a soft sound of discomfort, wanting so much to do something. Anything. She speaks, stumbling over words and in between roughened breaths. Reilly straightens, turns to sweep his gaze over the area at anything he could get and bring to her. There's foliage everywhere, of course, but what could he get that would help her?
The sound of her movements draws his attention back to her, and he frowns as she lowers to the ground. So uncomfortable. Instinct told him to go to her, but he would not- he reminds himself. His nearness would only stress her more. Her next words break something inside him, and he shakes his red head. "Nay, Wallace. Yer gonna be fine, dovey. Just breathe. Breathe deep." Gods, she's such a small thing. Damn the bastard that did this to her. Reilly practices what he preaches to her, forcing slow and deep breaths. In, out. With his exhale, he projects his power to her, willing it to fill her with warmth and to numb some of the pain.
He is generous with his dosage this time, although he makes sure it won't be enough that she can't focus on her much-important task at hand. But damnit, if he could just make it easier for her. He will. Whatever it takes. "Just make it stop." Concern reflects in his eyes as his heart swells for her, adrenaline spiking his blood. He takes a shot or two for himself, to quiet the beating of his heart in his ears. He needs to focus for her. Will not become incapacitated now. Not when she needs him. "It will be alright, dearie. Feel that tingle in the back of yer throat, that warmth spreading through yer chest and into yer belly. Let it soothe ya, dove. Breathe." He backs away with that last word, eyes darting around to everything nearby. He hurries, sniffing the foliage for what seems richest in nutrients. After a short while, he returns with some roots and a branch of berries, placing them inside her small cave. He whickers to announce where he is, as he sets them down within her reach and then taking several steps back, respecting her need for distance. Damn, he feels so useless.
The sound of her movements draws his attention back to her, and he frowns as she lowers to the ground. So uncomfortable. Instinct told him to go to her, but he would not- he reminds himself. His nearness would only stress her more. Her next words break something inside him, and he shakes his red head. "Nay, Wallace. Yer gonna be fine, dovey. Just breathe. Breathe deep." Gods, she's such a small thing. Damn the bastard that did this to her. Reilly practices what he preaches to her, forcing slow and deep breaths. In, out. With his exhale, he projects his power to her, willing it to fill her with warmth and to numb some of the pain.
He is generous with his dosage this time, although he makes sure it won't be enough that she can't focus on her much-important task at hand. But damnit, if he could just make it easier for her. He will. Whatever it takes. "Just make it stop." Concern reflects in his eyes as his heart swells for her, adrenaline spiking his blood. He takes a shot or two for himself, to quiet the beating of his heart in his ears. He needs to focus for her. Will not become incapacitated now. Not when she needs him. "It will be alright, dearie. Feel that tingle in the back of yer throat, that warmth spreading through yer chest and into yer belly. Let it soothe ya, dove. Breathe." He backs away with that last word, eyes darting around to everything nearby. He hurries, sniffing the foliage for what seems richest in nutrients. After a short while, he returns with some roots and a branch of berries, placing them inside her small cave. He whickers to announce where he is, as he sets them down within her reach and then taking several steps back, respecting her need for distance. Damn, he feels so useless.
