Noctisardor Bypass fossopa

"i'd — i'd like that, dinah, but only if you want that." heda could not force sisterhood on the older girl, no matter how much she thought a touch of unity between them all might help soothe so very, very much.
"i'm still a redhawk, you know," the mother murmured aloud, thinking. considering. "i've never given that up." she'd been a widow from the coast to the mountains and then — the loneliness had weakened her, she supposed. never again. not again.
prayer — "i pray all the time, sweet girl," heda breathed out, meeting the impassioned eyes of the child who had borne the weight of an entire family upon herself.
an exhale; "do you want to pray with me, dinah?"