Blackfeather Woods Ours is a cycle of hatred

He takes them both away from the pool's shores, to a part of the Glen that would be just that bit warmer that would keep them contented for a bit. It is there that he starts to dry off the small gremlin, feeling his youngest sister curl up beside him contently. Every once and a while he steals a kiss to her, nuzzling her as close as she can be to him as he dries off Ramsay. There is a calmness, a normalcy about this whole endeavor that feels strange to him, something he had never encountered before in his life. He relishes the feeling with each passing second as Maegi drifted off beside him and Ramsay was eventually warmed and dried by his minstrations.