Two Eyes Cenote what I’ve done

She frowned. And she hoped beyond hope that whoever had healed him knew what they were doing. Medusa curled around him, watching him try to drift. And she did hold his paw, gentler than she’d ever been. 

His father found me. I should call him, she thought of @Vasilly—but also still of herself. And then wondered at her lack of self-preservation. All she’d ever done was to survive. But this act for Nokht defied all logic. All instinct. 

Medusa felt adrift, too. Between two worlds—one with her son, and one without.