Moonspear you could turn my sorrow into song

She felt more than heard him take in a great gulp of air. Meerkat fully expected him to break down then. She braced herself, prepared to hold him up when it happened. He shouldn’t have had to carry this burden alone these past few days. Meerkat would help him carry it now.

But rather than lose himself, Njord murmured about a memorial for his son. Although Meerkat didn’t particularly want any memories of Sapphique to follow them here, she wouldn’t dream of denying this request. What harm would it to to set aside a small place where her husband could go to remember his eldest child?

Yes, she said wetly against his neck, drawing back and clearing her throat. I’ll help you, if you want, Meerkat murmured, pressing her nose to his cheek. And we can ask Sialuk about any ceremonies we could perform, even just something small and private, if you like.

Maybe Njord would rather grieve his son alone. After all, it was no secret there had been no love lost between Meerkat and Sobo, even before Sapphique had formally shunned the Sveijarn-Cortens. But if he wanted her involved, Meerkat would absolutely step up beside him. What was important to him mattered to her.

Just tell me what you need, mo chride. I’m here for you.