Ouroboros Spine Cinders in the Hearth and Fire in the Home

he did not want to go.

she did not wish to go.

to return to such a place would sicken them both, and yet the sickness was a small sacrifice when it was his soul which wandered unattached.

she pressed more food upon him until he refused, then gestured toward her own sleeping-furs. he must sleep, and if he could not, herbs would be blended into a tea for him.