Firefly Glen [PHE] sofon

he washed them. like washing the feet of someone who needs more than you, she thought, a snippet of scripture avoided by skaigona until now. until now, when it felt like some piece of heda was bleeding through.
unaware of his consideration, that they were crouched among an organized cell that might not invite their grit, skaigona reached to cup his face and then let her arm drift down again, strangely fatigued by the effort. "no, baby. we won't steal. there's enough here to share, we just have to ask."
which meant ezra had to ask, had to make the questions and reveal them to those camped around them.
but she was too tired, too tired to think more than this; her paw snaked again through the grass to find his own, to hold her son for a moment.
"it'll be really good to see gideon again," she murmured, trying to encourage him. them both, really. "go and find something to eat. i'll sleep. we'll talk again. i just need — some rest," and at last she sighed, truly drifting as her body succumbed to the horrendous days which might at last end in hope.