Ouroboros Spine you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless

Yes, he answered easily, allowing her to inspect his coat. She would smell hints of the sea. She would smell the forest where he had spent a great deal of time since Ariadne's death. Panuk had become fond of singing for his aunt. Even if she was gone, he could sense that she enjoyed it. Sometimes... he thought he heard his mother singing too. 

We are family. 

Pride washed over his handsome young face.