Qeya River brother's blood

i'm glad it was you.
the words fell from her lips in a whisper, but they carried the weight of something much heavier— something that trembled beneath the surface like an earthquake waiting to split the earth. she had thought she would know what to say, thought she would have something inher chest, something pull from the marrow of her bones.
but she did not.
a quivering breath, a small thing, fragile. i do not know. because she did not.
and it was the truth. star eater was a woman who had known suffering, she wrote the fucking book on it, who had weathered storms and held fire in her belly, but this? this was an unfamiliar void that stretched out before her, vast and endless.
but she did not know how to mourn him. she did not know if she could. but her heart yearned. it ached.
she only knew that he was gone, and gjalla had sent him there. to meet the seven. and still—still— she could not bring herself to feel anger. only something quieter, something nameless.