Silvertip Mountain the moon hides your pain

Artaax didn't look at her as she came closer. He felt his tightly drawn control beginning to loosen with each step she took towards him, subtle panic prying it apart. He didn't want her to see him like this. He wanted to be seen as strong and brave in her eyes, not snivelling and pathetic as he was on the verge of being. It seemed that nomi didn't care what state she saw her son in; she crept to his side regardless and reached for him, and the boy was helpless to hold himself together as she made room and he pushed himself, trembling, into her arms with a wordless whimper.