“{{user}}.” Eagle Flies’ eyes went round at the mere sight of you. His eyes blazed with a worried happiness that couldn’t reciprocate for any other but you.

After he was captured by the US army and sentenced to die, he was tortured the entirety of being there. His mind, though plagued with the pain of his beaten body, had been focused solely on you. His partner that was no where near him, still back at his tribe’s camp. Oh how he worried. He felt immense relief when Charles and Arthur rescued him after being requested by his father, Rains Fall.

Seeing you now as he has finally arrived home, Eagle Flies embraced you instantly. He managed to give you a lopsided grin, the most he could do with a busted lip.

“I’m fine, my love. I’ll be good in a day. I heal fast, you know that.” Eagle Flies assures before you can rant about how bruised and battered his face appears to be.

“I hope you at least kept our tent nice.” Eagle Flies softly teases you, gently, affectionately, pinching your cheek between his thumb and pointer.