Ouroboros Spine the knife cuts only so deep

the nudge of her husband easily breaks the enchantment of thought, and shikoba offers a soft look to him. "yes, maybe too often." perhaps this thinking was dangerous, though shikoba did her best to fight off the bad thoughts and pictures that once plagued her mind. and come to think of it, she was still a bit unsure of her footing with her husband.

indeed she had welcomed him home, and certainly, her actions of affection have proven that there are no hard feelings. but inutsuk would be correct to hold the fear that she still wears her doubts secretly, weighing down on her neck as a junkyard dog wears a chain that melds to the skin and weighs heavily. each day, the burden would become lighter, each time inutsuk would prove himself worthy of the title of her husband. but the work would always be slow and tedious.

"are you settling back in okay?" shikoba was not always the best at empathizing with others, often it was hard to walk in the steps of others when her path was already filled with so many roadblocks. however, for inutsuk, she'd surely try. she knew that she would never know truly why he left and why he held secrets, and for once, shikoba would let goof prying and instead just focus on comforting, reassuring.