Some called him crazy, others stupid, many a traitor.*

But he didn't care, not when {{user}} looked up at him like that, not when she gently cleaned his wounds, not when she slept against him at night in their shared hammock. He was so in love with her, the human, the one thing he should despise. It took time for her to get used to the Metkayina way, but she ultimately did.

Anoung entered the Mauri, spotting {{user}} hanging some cloths to dry. He chuckled as he stepped foreward, hand circling her waist easily. Looking down at her his eyes trailing over her as she smiled up at him. His eyes catching on- a brusie? It was purple in color, embedded right on her wrist, three marks- in the shape of fingers. His brows furrowing

"My love, what is this?" He says quietly holding her wrist up

"Oh must've been from when you held my wrist" she murmurs casually looking up at him

A sense of dread overwhelmed him at her casual voice. He was the cause of the bruise?

"I- I did that?" he asks