Ouroboros Spine innocence

The voice of anaa had always been especially soothing to Sialuk, who drank in every word of every story and slice of wisdom that she could. Seven days. That was the length of time they would wait until they mourned their losses. That was the length of time before they knew their family had been lost. Nine days they would sing the songs of death.

He will, she agreed. Jarilo and Saviguk would join them, and all would be well. The time between now and then marched on, and it was Sialuk's duty to keep her mother alive and well. If she could do that, she would be a good daughter.

She fell silent then, her eyes scanning the landscape for any signs of Raimo. I did not tell Raimo we were mother and daughter, but he knows. I am not sure how he might use it to bend us. It was a thought, a suspicious one, and one she did not take kindly to. She did not like him knowing anything about them. Not without her offering.