Moonspear kunnajak ⋠

The gold-furred guardian answered first with a slow blink, having not anticipated a question of the sort while she brooded on those she would miss--and the vast absences they left behind when she had only begun to cope with Dacio's. She drew a steady breath in. It is not easy, she replied truthfully, and earnest with the question. But I have learned to live with loss before. It is.. There, she sighed, for in all of this, her brother still remained painfully close to her heart. Heavy, everywhere.. sometimes. Opalia concluded. She had learned that in her time away in the fresh wake of his loss. Here, or there, it stung until the scars grew in.

Have you said your part to them already? she asked, wondering of her proximity to any of them beyond a medic's standpoint, and packmate of course.