Redsand Canyon A step towards death and the moon is pale

Unless you'd rather I didn't. He shook his head emphatically at that, and took a step closer. A second departure would be even worse than her first. Killdeer opened his mouth to speak, but she had continued.

I'm sorry, he said, even though she apparently wasn't upset. He shrugged. I felt. . .useless, Ma. Like I had no skills. Cal was wanting to be a medic, and I just didn't have anything like that. Then I came here.

His face lightened a little. I feel like I have a purpose here, to keep everyone safe. And now I can keep you safe, too. 

Finally, he let the rest of the wall between them tumble down—on his side, at least—and put his chin on her forehead, taking a deep breath of her scent. I want you to stay, he stressed, smiling. She might not have been able to see it regardless, but he hoped he felt the curve of his mouth against her skull. I'm glad you came back.