Ouroboros Spine the pulse of our hearts

Agana stood at the threshold of the ulaq, the dim light casting soft shadows across her face. The moment she laid eyes on the Moonwoman, standing alone in quiet contemplation, something in her chest tightened; an ache caught between sorrow and devotion. Had she come at the wrong time?
Still, she did not waver. With careful steps, she moved forward, the gifts held gently between her teeth. When she reached Kukutux, she set them down, nudging them closer in silent offering. Her gaze, luminous beneath the flickering light, searched the woman’s face. „Are you well, Kukutux?” The words were quiet, yet heavy with meaning.
There was hesitation, a lingering pause; but then she closed the space between them, embracing her without a second thought. Perhaps it was bold, but Agana did not care. Before anything else, before traditions, before duty, Moonwoman was a duck, one who did not deserve to bear her burdens alone.
„I am here.” A murmur against soft fur, her voice steady, her breath warm against her fur. She nestled closer, breathing her in, letting the silence settle between them. If she was unwelcome, she would step away; but the thought of being turned away was one she was not yet ready to face.