Moonspear i hope you dance

He wished she was okay. Perhaps, though, it was enough that she'd be okay in time.

Okay, Killdeer replied, and then smirked. That word doesn't even sound real now—oh-kay, he drew it out, chuckling. If you're okay—will be okay, anyway—then I'm okay.

He let out a breath and looked at her for a long moment, pain and joy shimmering all at once in his gaze. You are your mother's daughter, the man remarked. You are so strong, Treepie—and you know what you want. I'm really proud of you.

Killdeer knew he couldn't bear to leave if he had any doubt that she would be, you know, okay. Eventually.