Tormented Tarns oh, sinners, let's go down

When Anansi came to slump beside her, she slumped, too, draping her chin over his scrawny shoulders. No weight, just the touch, sheltering her child from this awful world around them. If Sakhmet hadn't called out, she might have fallen asleep and risked losing another of her trio. Luckily, it didn't come to that.

Ma? She scrambled upward, hobbling toward her daughter, her face contorted in query. What is it, tala? she asked, concerned by the tone of Sakhmet's voice. She glanced to Anansi and then back to his sister, shifting her weight back onto her rear legs, useless forepaw dangling before her. Have you found something?

Please, Peryite, bless our efforts. For once on this trip, give us some peace!