Ouroboros Spine the pulse of our hearts

The argent listened carefully, the weight of the moonwoman’s words settling deep within her chest. The embrace, however brief, was enough to tell her all she needed to know; she was not just troubled, but unraveling.
Her own gaze, warm and steady, held her jadestone eyes as if willing her to borrow some strength. Agana did not offer empty reassurances, for she knew the weight of such sorrow could not be brushed away with mere words. She pressed her forehead gently against hers, a silent vow. 
For once, as the moment wrapped around her, Agana longed to be selfish; to let her heart spill the quiet confessions, to claim the space that should have been hers to speak. Yet doubt curled around her resolve, a whisper against the walls of her mind. No; this was not the time. The weight of unspoken words settled in her chest, and she swallowed them like a secret never meant to be told.
„Then we will find the path together,” her voice was quiet, certain, „Even when the world shifts, you are not alone.”