Duskfire Glacier come on, dark star

"But I do care, Taqtara. I do."

Suddenly, she did not care that her sister had hurt her. She did not care that she was angry and, quite possibly, despised her for what had happened. All that occupied her mind as she watched her come beside her was relief that the glacierwoman was alive. 

With some hesitation, she leaned into the soft furs of Taqtara's side, feeling blood stick and mingle where white met grey. The moment stretched on for centuries before, deflated, she felt her sister pull away.

She sighed greatly before she recounted the story of Moonsong, Ariadne and Dutch, and the messenger boy. "They were like family to me - I could not leave them sooner." Gods, she deserved this, didn't she? All this hurt, Taqtara might as well finish what she started.

"It's all my fault, I- I'm so sorry."