Sunbeam Lair so they asked why

Despite all that had happened below, the stars shone on. It was beautiful up there, glorious, glamorous... it felt almost unjust, as if the night's sky were mocking them, but Noctura knew this was not the case. The heavens operated on a different plane to those below, commenting on them, yes, but never touching them. The grey and brown ground was not mocked by the flawless navy sky, the naked trees were not scorned by the blazing moon, their protruding ribs were not taunted by the fat silver stars.

Asterr was at his side. Noctura had felt like they'd been like this his entire life, though he was older than her and they did not spend every moment together. But when they were together again, side-by-side like they were now, to the skygazer it felt like she'd never left. At her question, the black wolf blinked peacefully down at her. As ever, he was struck anew by how ethereally beautiful she was.

For once, his eyes did not return to the stars, but instead lingered on the girl. They tell me that every moment is a gift. That was what they meant, surely, by blazing their majesty to the world on the ground. They cast in light the stripped trees, the meagre prey, the empty dens scattered around Ryūjin: nothing could be taken for granted.

The midnight wolf moved his head to draw Asterr's small form gently towards him.