That Which is Important

Sintija placed a reassuring hand on Markos's shoulder. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

He looked up at her with a storm of emotions in his eyes. She smiled at him kindly. And he rapidly blinked as the dread retreated away from the loving warmth of his lover. "Confused. Exhausted. Frustrated. It's a couple more things on an already tall stack of plates I have to manage. I can't seem to get more than a moment before something threatens to fall."

"Pass the extra plates." She commented, sliding her arms around him as she gave him a soft hug. "That's what I'm here for. What Caelyn and Iliana are here for. We stand with you. If this weight is too much to bare, we are here with you to shoulder it with you." Her words soothed the hurt in his heart.