Exton

Ike wakes, stifling a whimper. She feels a hand caress her feline head, then gently over her wings. A sob escapes. Ike raises her head, seeing Monty sitting next to her. She drops her head in his lap and cries with the pain.

"Monty...

I'm sorry." She rests her forehead against his wet lap. Ike slides her cheek. She laughs a little. "I can't gift you with gems from my tears... I am not from a pure line."

She feels Monty stroke her cheek and brush along her ears. "I think I am stuck in this form. It hurts to change. I am not pretty like this. I'm sorry."

Ike moves, trying to adjust and pain lances through her shoulder. She stifles a moan and closes her eyes.

"I am sorry. I wanted to hold you again..."

Tears slip through her fur, wetting his thigh.