Moonspear [m] tabula rasa

It was better, this time. Last time around had been a bit awkward—and afterward, Sialuk had told him she had other lovers.

He opened his mouth to ask—is there anyone else?—but closed it upon seeing the contented look upon her face. 

No. This wasn't about him. He didn't want to disturb her peace.

Instead, Killdeer pressed a kiss into her perfect silver forehead and lay with her until she drifted off (or until she told him to go). He found comfort in her steady breathing and the warmth and musk that filled the ulaq.

He enjoyed the moment while he still had it. This was enough, for now.