Ouroboros Spine lxiii. if i said i'd be good would you even believe me?

Safe was not a word Makan heard many times. Its use, very often times, seemed to be followed by his disappearance shortly after.

He wondered briefly — despite the kindness he had been shown — if this too would be short lived. If she might turn from peacemaker to warstarter.

Kukutux, pale woman of love.

Makan, safe and cared for.

A sound strummed his vocal chords. A wordless appreciation for her words.

He shuffled, awkward and weakly, until he might find himself tucked against her. If she would allow such.