Aslan rumbles quietly - a low sound, barely audible over the wind and sea gently lapping at sandy shores. Saber may not cry, but it does not make her sadness or grief any less legitimate. He feels it too, and as she heaps condemnation after condemnation upon herself, there isn't much he can do besides let her feel the warmth of his presence.
Finally, after a long moment, he gives her a soft kiss -- a lion's kiss, whiskers and all. There is little he can say to convince her otherwise, but perhaps, his actions may speak loud enough that she might hear.
She is not deserving of hatred, whatever she might think.
"Walk with me for a while, Arturia. I would be glad of the company."
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Aslan rumbles quietly - a low sound, barely audible over the wind and sea gently lapping at sandy shores. Saber may not cry, but it does not make her sadness or grief any less legitimate. He feels it too, and as she heaps condemnation after condemnation upon herself, there isn't much he can do besides let her feel the warmth of his presence.
Finally, after a long moment, he gives her a soft kiss -- a lion's kiss, whiskers and all. There is little he can say to convince her otherwise, but perhaps, his actions may speak loud enough that she might hear.
She is not deserving of hatred, whatever she might think.
"Walk with me for a while, Arturia. I would be glad of the company."