Frey instinctively burrowed into Dyson’s chest, instinctively seeking out his warmth and comfort, and to surround herself in his scent to help calm her and give her something else to focus on instead of the lingering ache in her joints and uncomfortable rawness in her skin from the resistance her scars caused when she shifted.
He wrapped around her as gently as possible, trying his hardest to keep from hurting her further. It bothered him to see her in pain but he knew there wasn’t much he could actually do for her with the given circumstances.
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