<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Ts'itu.<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sadghan Lake and Forest<br/><strong>When: </strong>8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><br/>"Hate you? Are you really that damned blind, Ts'itu, are you so unfathomably wrapped up in your duties that you cannot see love as it stares you in the face?! I may feel a lot of things about you, hate, will never be one. Keep up your shaking and your tears and I will be the one carrying you." He said, the words were not barbed, not hateful or spiteful, the were soft, kind and damnably gentle. He could be many things with her, but angry was not one, it never had been. Even now, his body screamed to hate and reject her and even the dullest of people could tell that his tone only showed her the love and adoration he had always given her.<br/><br/>"I will not tolerate being carried by one who can barely walk, I will not tolerate being carried by one who is blind to all of that which is infront of her." He said, body full of adrenaline as he moved to her side and dropped his arm to her waist and put hers over his shoulder. "Broken and bleeding, I would still preserve you, the pack has far greater need of you than you have ever, or will ever likely see at your pace. I will not weigh you down, walk." He said as he began to move again, holding her as much as she held him.