Ouroboros Spine oh the mountain top, oh the visions stopped

The impatience was something he shared with her; but her admitting it brought a chuckle tumbling out of him, the energy between them and the bashfulness within Kigipigak manifesting as awkward energy, displaced by a sudden sense of understanding.
I'll learn to wait for you.

If only she didn't have to.

As for the plateau? Kigipigak was surprised that Sakhmet would so hastily claim a home for herself, essentially assuming the rank of Issumatar, and then defer swiftly to another. Asking him for his opinion, of what he wanted, rather than focusing on her own desires.

The question caught him by surprise. Kigipigak knew how to serve an Issumatar who was heavy-handed, confident, even a touch malevolent, which was a far cry from the young woman that stood before him now. As she intended to wait for him to mend, perhaps it was also Kigipigak's destiny to wait for her to do the same — to recover from a past life and evolve beyond it.

A safe place. Where you are happy. His answer was honest but a bit limited; he did not know what to say, and did not have the energy to launch in to his usual diatribe of boisterousness and pride.

I will do whatever helps us achieve that. You — helps you. To be happy. That was a small slip, one he hastily danced around; there was no us, only two new friends learning how to function in the same space, for now.