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Peter was still nervous over the fact that Gideon was hurt, that Alistair was still out there and that there were still goblins running around. He felt like such a burden to both of them, the fact that he couldnāt do anything, couldnāt fight, couldnāt defend them, couldnāt do anything. He heard Alistairās call out to them as well, but didnāt want to leave the kitsune behind. He growled at the nip to his scruff, pulling away before Gideon shoved him with his head to make him move in the right direction. Peter didnāt want to leave but Alistair had told them and so he began to move, tail tucked between his legs until they were finally back at their own home. Peter still felt so useless, so pathetic, so he whined as he wandered into the peach tree orchard to hide.Ā
Gideon followed after Peter quickly, his body hurting more and more the closer they got to home. He tried not to show it but the act was wearing thin. He was limping by the time they got back to the house and as soon as they reached the villia, Gideonās fur withered. His paws became feet and hands and soon enough he was a man again. His hands gripped his side as he watched Peter run off towards a peach tree. He walked towards the tree and slumped down against it. Pushing one hand into Peterās fur, Gideon closed his eyes.Ā āI am sorry.ā he puffed.Ā āI didnāt want to see you get hurt. Iāve seen a lot of people get hurt and I just couldnāt-ā He paused and looked at Peter.Ā āI shouldnāt have yelled at you. I am sorry I yelled at you.ā Gideon leaned his head back against the tree and stroked Peterās fur, scratched behind his ear. His other hand still holding his side. His eyes set on the door as he waited for Alistair to come home.Ā







