Nova Peak ❇ Tēnsha

silatuyok worked in silence for a time, her touch careful, reverent. the way she cleaned blood and pressed poultice—it wasn’t just practice. it was ritual. as though tending a body honored more than just the skin.
when he spoke of his wife, she tilted her head slightly. soft, and always cold.
a flicker of understanding passed through her eyes.
then... she be snow flower, she said quietly. grow even in snow.
she did not say more, did not probe the pain behind his breath. but when he looked away, she watched him.
and after a long silence, she offered, “i can… give her.”
her voice was gentle. hesitant.
we… no meet. yet. her pale eyes lifted to his.
you look—kwitsi'nawa. a ghost of a smile tugged at her lips. they come when things hard. but stay when there still hope.