He stared down at his mate as his warm hands covered his, the hardened scales felt soft and useless against Edge's gentle touch. Managing a small smile for when Edge looked up, he wanted to smile for his mate, to give him some false assurance. "I am afraid, for my family, for you..." He murmured, though some part of him was still instinctively weary of Edge. Of the hydra he had allowed himself to grow so close to. He hadn't let down his guard all the way ever since he found out if Edge's heritage and true nature. Still, thinking of it now, had that really actually changed anything all that much. 

 He closed his eyes as Edge spoke, giving all sense to his ears. Giving his mate's hand a reassuring squeeze. He heard him well. Opening his eyes as Edge confessed to him, told him something that no hydra would ever tell. As simple and fundamentally useless it was in the war, Path thought otherwise. Gently, he raised his hand and pressed it against Edge's chest, where he could feel his heart beat against his palm. Well, sort of feel, his rough scales made a tough shield against a soft touch, but did he really dare? Looking at Edge, off course he did.

 Slowly, the scales shrank and sunk back down, fading from view, leaving behind soft pierceable skin. As vulnerable as a human. He hadn't taken on such a form since he knew his love was a hydra, but...perhaps it was time to get back on the same level as him. Open up. Let down his guard, "Do not worry, never worry. Call me a traitor, I shall keep your heart safe forever. Till the day I die." He said, staring into Edge's eyes, gold standing out against the smooth milky white satin skin of his.

 Leaning forward, he gently pressed their foreheads against one another. Holding his hand, he brought it to his lips and nuzzled his palm, feeling his voice catch a little when he tried to speak of his mother. It gad been so long since he dare bring her up, invoke her name even, "She was beautiful." He began, then took a deep breath as he felt himselfstart to choke up already, "She loved to sing and she loved me, spoiled me like anything, but when I caused mischief, she'd look so sad and...hurt...I was content just to be spoiled. Happy to be protected, and she happy as long as I was...I think, she sould have wanted to meet you. Tell you all sorts of things about her young one....."

 He smiled sadly and squeezed Edge's hand, "She was...selfless. A wonderful mother, till the end. She would've loved you too...." He coughed to hide the sob rising up in his throat and pressed his face against Edge's hair to hide the tears.