Ouroboros Spine pick me up

Sialuk felt the knives from Kausiut, knowing they were the feelings of a child who could not understand danger or medicine the way she and anaa did. In a way, Sialuk was envious of her younger sistraas. They had been able to be children. That had been ripped away from Sialuk at such a young age. The raindrop did not begrudge them for it, but it did pain her to see them like this, to know that she would not receive the same infantile care that her mother now showed her younger child.

She stood and watched helplessly as anaa guided her younger daughter away.