separate ways

Ar lath ma, emm'asha... Faelyn murmured as his hand stroked across her hair, soothing like one would reach out to soothe a skittish cat or a scared child. His soft smile was a bit sad that the edges, knowing that he could not hide from her in the very same ways that she could not hide from him. His pain was a palpable thing if one knew just where to look. Now you truly sound like your Da. He said the same thing last week. Faelyn hadn't been able to hide his pain from him, either, not that he ever truly would. 

He didn't protest in the slightest as she made herself more comfortable, seeking out the softer things to ease back the rising well of emotions. Yes, I would imagine that you eventually will need to. But right now, no one knows where you are, and around here, even who you are. So long as we're cautious about your movement, this would be a safe place.