AARYN
Gwyn frowned, confused, and turned to face Elreth, bristling. "What's your problem?"
But Elreth was leaning in, already getting to her feet. "I said, take your paws off him, Gwyn. NOW."
Dominance rippled off her in waves and Gwyn actually cowered. She yanked her hand back into her lap—but because Elreth was standing over her, she leaned back and away—right into Aaryn's shoulder.
"What the hell, El!" Gwyn said faintly. "Calm down. I was just telling him I feel bad for him about his mom!"
"Feel bad without touching, Gwyn," El snarled, and Aaryn leapt to his feet when she began to tremble and her eyes changed.
"Elreth," he said quietly. A low growl puttered in her throat, but she looked at him, her eyes the deep gold of her lion. "Everything's fine. You've had a rough day. Calm down," he said and let himself feel his own strength, just for a breath, just to remind her.
