Robin cheers up a bit when he sees Daine but his chin starts to wobble when Lyall comes over, and Lyall scoops him up just as that first intake of breath preceding an all right, you're back, but where WERE you wail goes.
"Paaa", he whines, and Lyall lets his heart break a little bit, patting his back and murmuring "it's all right, you're just fine," even as Robin settles quite quickly. It reminds him of how Prudence used to -- or will, memory is so odd -- call Conall Paw Paw, and that comes with a whole host of feelings, loneliness and being slightly under-qualified for everything right now. Biffy is usually "pa" to Lyall's "da", but Robin hasn't really settled on one or the other. It's a recent thing, that he's started identifying them, and it feels like an incredible new responsibility, even as it hasn't changed anything.
His chest aches over the way Daine had slunk in here, guilty and punishing herself, too. She's not a werewolf, truly, doesn't live under those hierarchies, and he doesn't feel quite like it would be useful to handle this like he would in London. Over this year, they've become family, pack, but despite or because of that, it's difficult to look at her now in terms of how he'd react to a packmember back home. Not that he knows, entirely, what he would do there, even.
He's still clutching Robin, who has comforted himself, and is wriggling: he sets him down as Daine comes back in.
"I didn't bring you in here to lecture you, Daine," he says gently, and puts his hands on her shoulders with a gentle squeeze. "You were protecting me. Protecting Robin, our pack. Perhaps it wasn't thought through, but loyalty isn't a thing I feel inclined to fault you for, and berating yourself won't make anything better."
He puts an arm around her shoulders and turns to look with her toward the window. "It's just a question of what to do, now. Have you encountered anything like that before?"
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Date: 2018-07-04 10:19 pm (UTC)From:"Paaa", he whines, and Lyall lets his heart break a little bit, patting his back and murmuring "it's all right, you're just fine," even as Robin settles quite quickly. It reminds him of how Prudence used to -- or will, memory is so odd -- call Conall Paw Paw, and that comes with a whole host of feelings, loneliness and being slightly under-qualified for everything right now. Biffy is usually "pa" to Lyall's "da", but Robin hasn't really settled on one or the other. It's a recent thing, that he's started identifying them, and it feels like an incredible new responsibility, even as it hasn't changed anything.
His chest aches over the way Daine had slunk in here, guilty and punishing herself, too. She's not a werewolf, truly, doesn't live under those hierarchies, and he doesn't feel quite like it would be useful to handle this like he would in London. Over this year, they've become family, pack, but despite or because of that, it's difficult to look at her now in terms of how he'd react to a packmember back home. Not that he knows, entirely, what he would do there, even.
He's still clutching Robin, who has comforted himself, and is wriggling: he sets him down as Daine comes back in.
"I didn't bring you in here to lecture you, Daine," he says gently, and puts his hands on her shoulders with a gentle squeeze. "You were protecting me. Protecting Robin, our pack. Perhaps it wasn't thought through, but loyalty isn't a thing I feel inclined to fault you for, and berating yourself won't make anything better."
He puts an arm around her shoulders and turns to look with her toward the window. "It's just a question of what to do, now. Have you encountered anything like that before?"