The Sentinels Hakuna Matata

Kirain dipped her head in a solemn nod.
Always.

Solenya’s words lingered in the air, tender and hopeful. But Kirain couldn’t hold back the bitter laugh that slipped free, sharp and hollow. Her silver gaze dropped to her paws, eyes clouded with old ghosts.

Oh, sweet summer child… she murmured, a whisper wrapped in sorrow. But it was. It always is. You can't have love without the bite. The sting is what makes it real. Her voice lowered, edged with something quieter and colder. Just be careful it doesn’t sever you completely. There’s no truly coming back from that.

The words hung heavy in the air.

Silence stretched between them—thick, but not empty. It carried the weight of things unsaid. Only when the quiet had settled deep did Kirain speak again, her tone softening.

What can I do for you?
A pause. Vulnerable. Honest.
I… I’ll try my best to make it happen.