"Don't be nervous it's all going to be okay!" Dáinn attempted to reassure his boyfriend, who was engrossed in memorizing the crucial lines for his impending presentation before the higher-ups.
Cassiel regarded Dáinn with uncertainty, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if I make a mistake?" His anxiety drew an affectionate smile from Dáinn, who found Cassiel's nervousness endearing.
"Hey, Siel," Dáinn said as he gently guided Cassiel to sit in a nearby chair. "Relax, you just need to answer their questions. You haven't done anything wrong; you're simply seeking to form your own pack, and that's completely acceptable. We've all been through the territory registration process," he reassured Cassiel, his voice soothing, as he tenderly brushed a stray strand of hair away from Cassiel's face.
