Hushed Willows this common blood ii

The roar of hurt had quieted in the storm-cloaked boy only barely by the time Orlaith arrived; he did not know how to sooth himself, but he was too tired to carry on in active mourning, at least for the moment. He was still shuddering slightly, whimpers slipping through jaws too weary to part. He had been fit and hale a day ago, but seeing his father's body so very absent of his father had sapped all strength and life from his bones.

He did not stir as a stranger approached, and demanded to know who he was. Did he even deserve his name anymore? The one he shared with Dauntless and Brave seemed too large for him now, and the surname of Morningside something he had cast off and betrayed.

"Valiant Morningside," he said in spite of all this, because he had spent enough time forsaking his father already. "Lumiya said I could come back."