Hideaway Strath that's the language that stuns, scars, breathes into you

Eirlys senses her twin’s distress in an uncanny way she’ll never be able to fully explain, and she stirs from her own place at Lotte’s side to investigate. She feels his cries in currents of vibration that she can’t quite appreciate as sound yet and crosses the distance between them with a flurry of tiny turtle flippers. In the space of a few seconds they are one again, a snowclad Orthrus fashioned of cotton and cloud. Eirlys whimpers and snuffles, burrowing into her twin insistently, and then slowly begins to fall asleep despite herself, barred from the world Roarke, Ceallach, and Mallaidh now know by two paper thin walls.