Whitebark Stream i should have been a better son

haan, he answered, nodding. at satya's second question, the yearling looked sheepish, caught between telling a whale's tale to impress his brother or stick with the truth. he decided to go with the latter; satya was too smart for hyberbole. he always had been. with help, yes. i helped her escape while friends of hers fought off the brute that took her.

had it been right to leave so suddenly? well, yes, of course. his priority in that situation had been aphrodite, and it would have been foolish to keep her there while he leapt into the fray. he just hoped that the duo that he'd met on the beach had gotten out of the fight okay.

his shoulders sank in relief. dhanyavaad, he murmured, and stepped forward to place his head and neck over his brother's dark shoulders. we'll always be family. no matter what. even if rajendra was not their father by blood. even if radha had done something terrible. even if shanthi was a thousand miles away.

will you return home? surya asked, a little timidly.