Moonspear fear

Sialuk brought with her a soft skin that had lain in her ulaq for some time now. She worried for Njord and Seal, though their wounds would heal in time. What she did not know was whether or not their spirits would come out of this event unscathed. Unlike the scratches and punctures that laced their tough skin, the spirit was concealed, invisible to the naked eye. Sialuk had honed in her ability to spot this spirit in others, but even she was not all-seeing.

When she arrived at the den of healing, Sialuk slowed, spying Orca standing guard for her sister. It was a touching sight, and the starwoman paused to appreciate it, the skin still hanging idly in her mouth. When the moment had passed, Sialuk ventured forward, dropping the skin a few paces away. Orca, she greeted, a sadness in her voice. You are strong to stay here with them.