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As he turns, water trails beneath his chest. The browning left over by Kukutux' pond has started to fade.

He turns sharply and watches as Sakhmet follows him. Kigipigak isn't usually a quiet creature. He is not introspective; surface level was apropos; but not in this moment, as he is distracted. Looking upon Sakhmet tethers him to the present again.

Sakhmet— he starts to say something. Her name is so light on his tongue. The breeze begins to cool where the water hangs upon his skin. Kigipigak doesn't know what he's about to say. The bashful boy returns.

I'm glad you waited for me. No, that wasn't it, but — Kigipigak gave a smile anyway, feeling a fluttering in his chest.