Blackfeather Woods your stars in my lungs

Nightstar's yellow eyes flickered between the two, his uncertainty over the question posed tangible in the air between them. Stay, of course, except he really had to get back to... to... 

His gaze finally settled on Moonshadow, mystified as he took in the changes, both subtle and overt. There was a wound dulling one of her green eyes, and a scent about her that he knew well, by now. "You ⁠— y-you're..." he began, but a feeling rose up within him and almost drove him back the way he'd come. More and more, he was sure there was something that he'd missed; something he'd needed to find or do before he'd left the forest in which he'd awoken.

Nightstar steeled himself, chasing off the strange figures at the edge of his imagination. "To stay," he said softly. "My place is with my sister, and I've nowhere else to go." But although his words were decisive, his tone left room for the woman ⁠— Jakoul ⁠— to disagree.