He figured it was about time to visit her. Oh, how clueless he was when it came to these things- to relationships, to anything to do with love. Because he did love her, despite everything, and he wanted her to know that- despite whatever shit they put each other through, there was always something within him that meant he did not want to let her go. It was... a break, wasn't it? Just a break... they could get through this. He could give her the break they needed. But... he couldn't let her rot in the medicine cat's den, wither. He wanted her to know that he cared.
For a moment, he thought that he might bring her something; flowers, herbs, prey... he stuck with the latter, padding through the threshold and letting the ivy brush the top of his head. Green eyes widened, he tilted his head as his gaze rested upon her, mouse held between his jaws. "Arc," he murmured, voice croaky and quiet. The pain and volume of the rat bites had exhausted him; but nothing compared to what she had experienced. He wanted her to know, no matter what happened between them, that he cared for her. He cared for her immensely, her star-woven pelt and how she spoke in poems to him. And though he didn't love everything she did.. he did love her. He was sure of that, through everything. No matter what stupid crap he did- not caring for himself in grief or rushing into battle.
But he wasn't here to beg. He wasn't here to speak of love, or to apologise for everything he had done, or to ask her to apologise. He was here fr the simple reason that he wished to see her. "I brought you this," he murmured, setting down the rather scrawny mouse beside her.