Reade had been doing his best to keep busy, remaining attentive to the duties he'd taken upon himself. He didn't want to let anyone down, and their hours apart had been spent mostly hunting. Looking out for any danger. Filling caches. Checking in on Sharlee, but trying not step on toes. The Backwater was experiencing some shock
waves, and as someone who was still a bit of an outsider, he had the luxury of sticking to a routine in the background so that the rest of them could deal with whatever events transpired. Felt what they needed to feel. He'd make sure they had a bite to eat when they needed it, too.
His mind had cleared from the whirl of emotions spring had brought on, back to a more stable state of being, but Sharlee had not left his thoughts. Anything but. Her presence was burned there like a firebrand. He didn't doubt the Fates had sent him here, but grew more and more thankful and thrilled that here meant
her.
From their first meeting he'd been interested in the tawny and ash woman, and that feeling only continued to grow. Any distance was simply his attempt to give her the space she might need to clear her own head. While he took care not to be too distant, he felt his heart leap toward his throat when she called out to him. They hadn't really taken the chance to sit together and talk about anything, yet.
Turning to her he gave a warm smile, his ears snapping forward keenly and his tail sweeping behind him.
"I'm right here," he assured her, closing the distance in a leap and a bound to rest his head over her shoulders in an embrace before backing away to take in her gaze. She'd sounded nervous. But then, he was a bit, too.
"Just thought you'd want to think things over by yourself, maybe," he explained with a gentle shrug. He hoped she'd not come to regret their choice, wanted her to be sure that he certainly did not.