Moonstone Quarry maybe you're just like my mother, she's never satisfied.

solharr huffed a quiet laugh, the sound low and rare—one of those brief, thunder-warm things that came not from jest, but from a place of quiet regard.
i believe they already have, he said, and gave his ear a flick as if to prove her right, though no pup had yet gotten their teeth in him.
his eye watched her, that strange girl who carried laughter like it was sacred. a creature who had not surrendered to the weight of the world, who did not wear grief like a badge but set it down gently, folded, somewhere behind her.
you are good for this place, he said, simply, with the honest ease of a man who did not waste words.
and then, after a pause, softer still:
stay with us, kinusi. this quarry is stronger when you are in it.