When Ishir found me in my self-imposed hell, lost, alone, and miserable, it was like he had become the light, shining into this dark place to help me find my way out.
I latched onto him, and he held me, not once acting angry or disappointed that he had claimed me. He was patient, stroking my hair and whispering softly to me. In my mind, I could feel his love for me, feel how much he wants me, but I still think he deserves better, better than this broken shell of a dragon that I've become.
“Hush, I’ll decide what I do and don’t deserve.”
I sit back, looking at him. He strokes my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Yes, I can hear you," he says. “But it’s time for you to shift back now, Zephyr. We need you in your human form. We’re all here for you, and I’m going to stay in your head,
