Her grip loosened on the tools and her shoulders sagged a little as she gave him them, letting him do it.
"My foot slipped and disturbed the water and I just made everything worse," she said quietly, pressing a hand to her head. "I just don't make good decisions."
“It doesn’t matter if you did or you didn’t. You tried, and in those moments, that’s all that matters.” He seemed tired and he sat on his bed roll, his wings folding neatly against his back. “Don’t worry.”
He looked up at her, his eyes impossibly sad. There seemed a lot he wanted to say, but he shook his head. “Let’s sleep.”
He was frowning and he looked like he might be on the brink of tears. His shoulders were hunched and he was avoiding her gaze.
She scooted closer, resting her hand on his jaw as she planted kisses on his forehead, nose, and cheek.
This small act of intimacy made him break down a little and he shuddered, reaching up and covering his eyes so she wouldn’t see him crying.
