do something

Chip growled under his breath, The clan comes before everything else, you know this. But, as the man deflated against him, he shifted to embrace him. Gentler than his grip on his wrists had been.

I don't want to lose you. He murmured, And I don't want to lose her. Or Chi. His voice was soft, and he moved to sit back down, pulling Carasson quickly with him, once again, on his lap.

Fingers idly running along the other's back, as he stared at the spilled drink on the floor. What's going on with you, Cara? You're... not yourself. Not to say that Carasson wouldn't rally for this cause on his own; but something felt off.

Xochipilli reached to stroke the other's face. Tell me how to make it right, in a way that doesn't involve losing everything I hold dear. A quiet order, I cannot leave the clan. Which means, once you leave the coast, I cannot protect you. So I need a compromise.