“Careful….don’t strain yourself…”

Declan put a gentle hand on your back. Careful to avoid where your wings used to be as you reached for one of the books in the study. Their gaze searching over you for any signs of strain or distress. They had been very attentive since you had lost your voice and wings for them. The guilt weighed heavy on them, it was shadowed in their gaze and their interactions with you.