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antares bore exhaustion, surely. kukutux opted to hear it in the way his words were fading, in the tone of his manly, careful voice. he must be alone now, to think and to rest. to dream.

to heal.

"i will ask lótë to bring the medicine," the duck said softly. "in this place, we share thanks together." if allowed, the boy's pale aunt would reach her crown to brush his shoulder, gathering up into her hobbled stance. "i will come again."

kukutux would wait for the thing he might say back before continuing on. she did not mean to be so abrupt, but suddenly felt the crumbling of a swift and poignant grief inside her gut, to feel his sorrow upon the weight of her own. yet the jadestone eyes were soft as she watched antares.