Moonspear eye of the untold her

No answer came. Kindle supposed he didn't need one, at this point. And whatever else Treepie needed — well. Kira had been right. His own needs mattered, too.

Kindle stole stole one last press of his nose into her cheek, breathing deeply the scent that he'd so grown to love. When he allowed himself to think about it, he conceded that his own identity might not be quite what he'd thought, either. It was certainly an easier revelation for him than for Treepie, however.

Still. He could not be the one to comfort her right now.

"Be well, Tiuttuk," he said into her temple, trying to infuse some kind of cosmic order into his words. But then he pulled away, moving wearily to depart.

He would skirt the mountain so that she did not question his trajectory — but then he would leave without word. After all, he would be departing alone. The Morningside blessings could not apply to lone travellers.