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Garryn stood quietly, the soft weight of the baby griffon pressing against his leg as it nuzzled into him for warmth. The others were gone now, their part of the journey over, leaving just him and Dora—exactly how he preferred it, since he hadn’t known anyone else that had come on the journey to find Griffons. It felt strange now, the silence after so much action, the weight of the baby griffons adding a new layer of responsibility neither of them had quite anticipated.

He glanced over at Dora, watching her adjust something or other, he was too lost in thought to notice exactly what. She moved with the same confident precision she always did, but Garryn knew that underneath it, there was probably as much uncertainty in her as there was in him. Especially now. He’d been putting off this conversation the entire journey back. So much had changed in the last month. But now, with the camp set up and nothing but the open road ahead of them, he couldn’t avoid it any longer.

The baby griffon chirped softly, sensing his hesitation, and Garryn sighed. He crouched down, giving the little creature a soft pat, letting the warmth of its tiny form settle his nerves.

He needed to tell her. She deserved to know the truth before they went any further.

Dora, he called softly, standing up again, his eyes catching hers across the campfire. We need to talk.

@Theodora Oridotti