Ouroboros Spine piviuttaktuk ⩸

The healing man did not know where to start. Suddenly it felt that he had much to say, no way to say it, and the feeling that it would be the wrong thing, all at once. There wasn't an ounce of bashfulness to Kigipigak. Perhaps that marked him as an adult after all, or he simply wasn't equipped to be demure about any topics of conversation.

Sakhmet, he drawled.

Dark, and red, and small. A sucking of the air, the hesitation of a wince. Lonely, sad. Wanted to make her la... laugh. The thought made his sides pinch and Kigipigak lost the tempo of his answer for a moment. His jaw set in a grimace until the worst passed.

A friend. Just a friend. They needed more time together.