Ouroboros Spine you don't recall our house near the ocean

she did not expect the sudden embrace.

but shikoba knew well enough that it was something that was yearned for. ever since she birthed mojag, she'd become more aware of what others felt. not due to her inability to understand, not due to the lack of caring before. but simply it was something she just truly never really focused on. feelings were primal and elementary for her, and shikoba tended to endure the ones of aggression, complacency, and in rare moments, joy. 

but now that she was anaa, she knew of the several faces of emotion. and she knew that the one sahkmet wore needed something more than words could offer. 

shikoba envelops her the best she can, whispering in the words she learned from moon woman to comfort the lost issumatar. quietly, shikoba welcomes her home and promises her safekeeping. she would remain here for however long she was needed, enveloping her in all of the warmth she can offer from her small body.