BABY, IT'S PRIMAL | OOC PROMPT + INJURY, OPEN

It's a good idea to leave your troubles— Dale didn't lift his head from his friend's fur as Luna approached, didn't even acknowledge her. He kept his muzzle pressed against Margaery's chest where he could feel her breathing and heartbeat; it was a consistent reassurance that she was alive. "stay with me, dear" he whispered softly.

He wasn't fully aware of the arrival of Suiteheart until he felt her white fur brush against his. He pulled his head back to look at Suiteheart, worry doubling in his heart for her too. It couldn’t be easy on her, this was her wife and she was probably feeling whatever caused Margaery to collapse like this as well. He wrapped his tail around the feline, sitting so she could fully press against him. He didn’t speak, didn’t know what to say. His eyes drifted, landing on the open book that laid open nearby. A chill struck his bones as he whined, pulling the book closer with a paw and flicking it closed. Suiteheart had probably heard the words echo in her own mind and he didn’t feel that anybody else had the right to read that. It was Margaery’s personal writing and, even it worried him, he was going to hide it from public eye out of respect. —at home when operating a vehicle.

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"SPEECH"