Jaguarclaw gave her a small nod, waiting a moment for her to take a few steps towards the warriors den. He could sense the tension that lingered between the two of them, the majority of it coming from her.
Her limp is worse, he nodded to himself, feeling awful about it. Maybe it wouldn't have happened if he would've fought with her during the Liberation. He shouldn't have left her to fight alone. Suddenly he was the one feeling guilty, but he swallowed the thought and the feeling and began following her as he normally did.
Once entering the warriors den, he padded straight to his nest. Beside it was an older one. Looked as though it hadn't been touched in moons, but perhaps that was just the case. Heat flooded beneath his pelt and he ended up staring at his paws in embarrassment. If Marbledface hadn't already figured it out, it was her old nest. Immediately, however, Jaguarclaw sat in her nest, gesturing for her to lay down in his -- for obvious reasons.
"You need the extra lining," he spoke softly. He'd mustered up enough confidence again to meet her gaze warmly. Jaguarclaw was simply embarrassed that she came back while he was keeping her old nest around. For personal reasons, Jaguarclaw liked having it around. It was a reminder to him what friendship he used to love having, but now that the she-cat was back, he could get her stuff for a new nest. Of course, if she didn't want it to be beside him, he'd understand, it was never that way before she left.
"W- What did you want to talk about?" he asked, now waiting for her to settle into his nest and tell him what happened. What she felt comfortable saying at least.
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