Ouroboros Spine under cloud & under star,

Agana's gaze softened as Rodyn spoke, her gaze holding him like a quiet hearth, warm, steady, and undemanding. She saw the cracks in his composure, not with pity, but with something gentler… something deeply familiar. Loss had carved through her too, and she knew that particular ache; the one that lingered no matter how bravely you carried on. She didn’t speak right away. She let the silence stretch, honoring his words, letting them settle.
The argent smiled faintly, wistfully. Her voice was soft: „You should be proud.” A pause. The flicker of something bittersweet passed through her chest. „Not many can say they’ve known a love like that. Fewer still survive it!”
There was no dramatics to her comfort; just quiet understanding. And beneath it, an ache she didn’t name. One that whispered of all the things she herself had longed for, and lost before she could call them hers.