He could see the wheels turning inside her skull, questions threatening to spill off the tip of her tongue, but none came. For now, she was being reserved and keeping her words in check. She was being cautious—a side of her he had not seen in quite some time. Maybe even ever. She had helped him, too, in the past. Comforted him after he’d lost Anastasia. Helped him build up his confidence and find himself. Coach him into his position as leader when he had doubted himself. She had been there for him when the china doll hadn’t—perhaps even more so. He had high hopes for her—for them—when she had returned to Hearthwood. But she had broken her promise and disappeared, and drove a bigger wedge between them. Perhaps, with time, the wedge could be removed and things between them could be mended. But it would never be the same as it had been before.
Another sigh shook him as she continued her apology, her words frantic as they filled the air between them. He gave a small shake of his head, his expression soft. I don't hate you, Bastet, he confessed. Hating her was too hard. Too much effort. Especially when things had worked out for the better for him. There was no point on dwelling on the past, or what could have been. It is what it is. Another shrug came and went as a half-smile collapsed onto his maw.
stick with those who stick with you