Larksong Grotto Mossimo

Her confidence was just what he needed. They would survive, and so would their boys. The Larksong family would survive, and it would survive without the poison of false gods or empty promises. "You're my rock Jhala," he told her. She, and his children, were his only tether that kept him from spiraling out of control as he had before. He pressed his face into her touch and whispered, "I love you too." More than the faith. More than his empty god. He wholeheartedly chose his family.

And though he wished to linger close, he pulled his face away. "Let's let the boys sleep for now. They'll need the rest. We can go when the sun rises," he suggested. After all, he didn't quite know how long they would have to travel.