Moonspear blood makes atonement for one's life

She broke the connection first. A wave of allure swept between them, shrouding around Kukutux and telling Revui to come closer; but he was prone against the dirt, and he was disciplined enough - and hurt enough - to remain there. Her body shifted and told him an answer before her words could; suddenly tongue-tied, eyes glossing, she murmurs -- jarilo, but Revui does not see the significance of his quiet brother.

A home - children - she had wants and needs he could not fathom, but in the moment they did not matter either. Whatever she wanted, she could have. Revui's devotion was one of the strongest bonds; he would not give up on his family easily, but in place of them he would serve her just as intensely. Whatever she wanted, he would provide -- except, deep down, he remained oblivious to what that would entail.

Revui adjusts so he's sitting up a bit, straining his wounds but not enough to curtail the enthusiasm he feels for this new idea. Tendrils of a new hope netting them together in his mind. A home we can find, a family we can build. Kukutux— he has not said her name aloud in a while (perhaps ever) and it catches in his throat. Unable to put his thoughts, his wants, his needs, in to any coherent framework of words, he is struck silent, but his eyes plead with her.