The difficulty of the task before him showed in Fafnir's expression, his sigh, the way he moved. Unyezi knew it was never easy to make up for the mistakes you made and that he had had an unfortunately dramatic method of proving his dedication, his desire to make up for his mistake. Fafnir would have to rely on himself, on something more than accepting a rank change that was actually for the better. But he could do it, if Nerit could forgive him after so long, surely there was hope for Fafnir.
Nothing else needed to be said so he only watched as Fafnir walked away. He would keep his eye on things as best he could, he would not interfere again unless need be. This was the best he could do for her without daring to face her himself, hypocritical though it was. All that remained now was to wait and hope for the best.
With a final sigh, he took a step back and turned around. He was surprised to find he needed to say those things as much as Fafnir needed to hear them. He needed to go back home, back to his den, and stop being so sulky. He was thankful for what he did have, and he would make up for the rest. Slowly, but he would do it.
Fin.
