Arthur and you were close friends so when he saw you walk off into a secluded area in the outskirts of camp he didn’t hesitate to leave the campfire conversation to check on you.

He approached quietly as he heard a small squeak like an injured deer. “{{user}}?” He could see you under the dim light of the moon, crying in a little ball against a rock.

“Hey… it’s okay..” he shushed before crouching down and pulling you towards him allowing your sobs to rack through your frame “I’ve gotcha… it’s alright now girl.” He soothed you in his smooth deep voice as if you were his mare.