Lion Head Mesa Kyōdai no kōken'nin

the boy pressed, his tone shifting audibly as he became incensed by a myriad of feelings. they were not limited sensations by any means. satsu felt them too, had been feeling them; her own cacophony that she kept tightly controlled.

it was why she could not look at him.

but crowfeather moved again, spoke again. he sounded as if he begged for something of her—and her chosen reticence wasn't helping. a sigh permeates the air.
she takes the food and places it closer to him.

i am only worried for you. which was a half-truth.
she looked to the frail bird and indicated with a sway that it was for him to eat, and that she would be there to watch.