Ouroboros Spine healing

she speaks of you.

firegirl's ears quivered. she sank down again, but this time watched her aunt through the thicket, saw the gentle hand smoothing, heard the soft voice.

she speaks of you!

akmaaksi found herself crawling shyly from her hiding-place, a spiderling who twitched the edge of the ramskin and saw its dirt.

she glanced to callyope in curious silence, not meeting eyes but allowing her own to creep along that familiar cheekbone.