Ouroboros Spine it seeps into the pores of my open skin

I know... He speaks lowly, coming to sit next to her. I was worried for a time. He admitted, for he was not a man who pretend he held no fear, especially when it came to his beautiful daughters. He was a lucky man. A lucky father. 

Then, she asks of her mother. It had been only just recently that he and Kukutux spoke together of how much they missed her. 

I loved her very much. He still did. As he loved Kausiut. As he loved Huojin. Gone from him but not at all forgotten. He did not explain how his love to Lote was different then with Kukutux. Not yet. Not unless she asked. 

And it brought Aiolos another thought- Lote had wanted to tell her children the truth of their real father when they had grown older. Had she ever told them? Aiolos would hate to be the barer of that, either.