Moonspear blood makes atonement for one's life

He almost glanced her way when she mentioned moons - having temporarily forgotten that she meant months, seasons, - and diverted his attention when he remembered. She sounded as if she held all the answers for him. A place where his heart felt calm; that was certainly not Moonspear as he saw it now, not while he persisted among its slopes. As desperate as Revui was to be reunited with his family and to uphold their values, it was his own fault that he'd missed his parent's last moments; his fault that Arcturus had fled the mountain; his fault, too, that Hydra felt the need to intervene during a challenge between brothers. If she trusted him - if he was trustworthy - she would never have bothered. Anywhere Revui went, damage followed. It was in the best interest for his family if he depart once mended, and never look back.

As he came to understand this, what Kukutux had said about his heart and about peace took root in him. He finally looked to her properly, tracing the shape of her face as if perhaps he would soon forget it, or at least not have another chance to see it again - and that's when he said, I am at peace with you here. It was an innocent enough statement; Revui was no wordsmith, nor did he understand how it could be misconstrued as romantic or some other form of interest - and maybe he was letting that sentiment hang there because, somehow, he knew something had changed for Kukutux. Maybe it was the lingering scent of Jarilo that urged this confession.