Larksong Grotto firestarter

jhala did not judge -- vuk felt relief wash over her, manifesting itself in a brief tremble at her lips. but it passes and she breathed a sigh, smiling somewhat. "y-yes," the patchwork girl answered, the small bit of humour fading. "t-terich k-knows. t-there were f-four," vuk added, and the agony she had kept for many weeks buried in her chest stabbed sharply. "h-he b-buried t-the o...thers."

vuk refused to cry, not now, not in front of jhala; she shrugged as if to say 'there you have it,' but her turquoise eyes were washed blank with pain as she glanced beyond jhala's shoulder.