Blackfeather Woods gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit

It seemed as if his company had helped. His mother wasn't crying as openly and she was focused, composed, and had he the capability Sobek would have been happy for her. He was a bit sullen instead—wishing he could kiss away her tears some more and study the way her face had tensed with subtle emotion. She asked after his own wellbeing and the boy shrugged his little shoulders.

The boy's pale eyes turned to the altar, then. He studied the drying dots where Maegi's tears had fallen.

I don't like the tunnels anymore. Admits Sobek with a shy glance up to his mother's face, his ears slanting back on his head. When the shakes come the tunnels make funny noises. Sometimes they get dusty, and I don't like it. Likely from one cave-in or another, but Sobek doesn't know that. He figures that the tunnels are like his belly, and sometimes his belly hurts so sometimes the tunnels must hurt, and maybe it was a symptom—a sign of something bigger and scarier on its way.