        He is careful as he approaches, walks with footsteps just loud enough to be heard, he takes care not to let his footfalls sound aggressive. Just loud enough that he won’t surprise her when he comes to stand beside her. Bwyln follows, paws tapping against the flooring as he goes circling Taliesin’s feet. Which is really a dangerous act, as the host has a mug of warm tea in each hand, but the dog doesn’t exactly know that. Tal’s expression shifts when he sees her, truly sees her, hair cut to shoulder length, pain swimming behind her eyes. He almost looks pained, something not caused by the settled bruises, blooming deep shades of purple against his skin. It’s a deeper pain, somewhere trapped beneath his ribcage. His heart hurts for her.
        “Ruby...” He reaches out gently, almost hesitantly. He wants to ask if she’s alright. But it’s a stupid question, one she’s probably been asked a million times by people who honestly didn’t care how she was doing, how the pain has settled. But Taliesin is genuine, far too soft and far too open. “It’s okay you know,” He offers instead. What he means is; It’s okay to hurt. It’s okay to be full of rage and pain. “If you want to talk about it... or even if you don’t want to talk about it...” I’m here.
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