Sun Mote Copse surrendra's breath

They held gazes for a moment, and Asherah felt comfort knowing that Eshamun had suffered the same loss. She felt humbled knowing that Eshamun had given all, where she had only given one. Her ears flicked as Anatha began scrabbling and squeaking towards Eshamun. She smiled warmly, pleased to see one of her children so loving already toward her sister.

A quick glance told her that Elohim was less interested in interacting just yet. She nosed him gently, attempting to comfort him and hopefully encourage him to come out. Asherah looked with interest as Anatha was offered the toy, wondering what her child would make of this strange new thing. "This is Anatha, daughter of the Malkaria, a sister eager already to greet her Ekar-Aji. The less social is Elohim, son of the Malkaria." She chuckled softly as she gazed back at her boy, before turning her eyes back to Eshamun and Anatha. There was an eagerness in her gaze, a desire to please and for her children to please her leader.