Moonspear you were never made to fly

Another session of starts and stops, though this time he could hear the courage strengthening her voice. It was simultaneously reliving and emboldening—to think he had a shred of ability to sway someone through grief and away to something far more pleasant was a ghastly prize.

"Good," he affirmed, if not to her then himself. "I don't want to be the only one responsible for any shenanigans that happen. Your sister will tell them to be all teeth surely, but we'll show them where the real fun is." His smile lingered, thinking. Like badgers in a hole, he already suspected there would be sets of mischievous teeth awaiting their collective future. Most of all he wanted to believe they would soak up all the tales to be told to them, be it from Yama or any other who knew the best parts to tell.

At least those stories would be better than any he could muster.

As they went along he did his best to keep her spirits bolstered, and did not part from her until he was certain of such.

[sustained screaming about job continues]

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