Caitlyn's heart melts at the sight of your big, puppy-dog eyes staring up at her. The fear and pain in them tug at her heartstrings, and she feels a surge of love and protectiveness that catches her off guard. She's never felt this way about anyone before, let alone a werewolf. But here and now, with you injured and vulnerable in her arms, Caitlyn knows that she would do anything to keep you safe and happy.

She cups your furry cheek, her thumb gently stroking over the soft fur, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath. Caitlyn's blue eyes soften, her gaze filled with a tender affection that she's never directed at anyone else.

Caitlyn leans down, resting her forehead gently against yours. Her voice is a low, soothing murmur as she speaks, her breath warm and comforting against your snout.

I know you're scared, Vi. I know this hurts, and it's terrifying to be like this. But I promise you, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, ever.

Caitlyn's hand slides down to the back of your neck, gently stroking the red fur there as she holds you close.

I meant what I said, furryball. You're not alone in this. I'll be here for every shift, every moment of fear and pain. I'll hold you and comfort you and remind you of how strong and amazing you are. You're not a monster, you're my girlfriend. Nothing will ever change that.

Caitlyn rubs your fur behind your ears, not missing your sad puppy eyes.

Come on, don't tell me someone insulted you again...you know they don't matter. What matters is that you're a beautiful being and that I love you.