Firefly Glen everything is(n't) going to be okay

she remembered her own pain, after that flight from moonspear. after arcturus had found her. kukutux sang a child's song as she pressed closer, a new haunted prayer in her throat.

her raindrop came in some hours, as swiftly as she had been bidden. "the spirits led me here, to this place, to him," the duck said in their tongue.  "see, daughter, his leg is hurt. perhaps it is broken as mine was." 

together the moonglow women moved the heavy sticks. sialuk had brought with her the rabbitfur of dried herbs, and kukutux found the small purple petals. she chewed them, offered them to patroclus upon the edge of her lip.

"we are taking him to the village. he cannot be alone here." kukutux hoped what she had given the man would remove some agonies from him, though she could not grant enough to bring sleep. not now. "patroclus, we lift you now. you must stand."