Moonspear feed the bear

pauk's oh shit moment was almost instantaneous as he rushes to his feet and scrambles for his sibling, instinctively reaching up to snuffle against their cheek. he can feel their eyeball beneath the scrunched lid when he runs his tongue soothingly over it, and it creates a strange feeling that prickles and twists his gut.
here, lemme help, he peels away, clumsily and awkwardly gesturing for them to lean upon him if needed. i'll guide ya. c'mon. we'll go back toward the ulaq.
he shuffles alongside them, keeping a close eye on their grimacing face. it takes him a moment to find the words, but he suddenly croaks out an i'm sorry, nape bristling uncomfortably. i didn't mean it. he didn't mean it, and he did not like that he'd hurt them — but why did he struggle so much with saying it?