@askrossiel || cont.
And it’s with a shuffle and a few more taps of his claws on the rough terrain that he better deciphers the shape nearby, tracks the faintest flutter of her breath when his voice surprises her. Rocky hears her out. And suddenly, disregarding a few specific words in that explanation that mean a staggering nothing to him, it clicks. “Understand. No escape plan. Useless when scared. Calm down first.” His last statement is as much his comprehending her state as it is a suggestion. Or perhaps an order.
—if she can pick up on the sharper way those notes leave him.
He crawls around her. Somewhat over her, careful not to tread on her feet. “I can lead way,” Rocky trills, and he wriggles the claws of one hand in a beckoning gesture. “Be calm. Will be easy. We no need to cry out.” Which is also his polite way of saying, Please don’t cry out.











