Lion Head Mesa Kyōdai no kōken'nin

you do not know what you are sorry for. satsu countered, too swift, too biting in her tone, before sighing softly.

she tidied up the remains of the bird. there was much meat left, but she did not know what to do with it. one of the fellahin could take the rest for all she cared; put aside, out of sight.

it was hard to be here. he was ignorant to what had happened, clearly enough, and satsu had no heart; she could not explain the circumstances of his injuries without letting her emotions take hold. better to be cold, she thought.

rest, now. we have a healer tending to you, her name is slate, do heed her. the others, the fellahin, will bring you any -- any food, any drink, her voice felt tight, her mouth dry.

i need you to get better, karasu.