Redsand Canyon Blessed be the pillow, muffling sound

she watched crowfeather close his eyes and hovered close, pillowing her cheek upon his shoulder for a moment. "yes. and the skies are ours now." when he was ready to stand, she meant to coax him up, her eyes glinting once more in the light. she did not want to rush him, but silvertongue was fixed upon completing their descent from the sunspire, the completion of their freedom from mereo.