Lion Head Mesa she is lonely most of the time

Again, simplicity. Few words and all the support was what the woman offered. Maegi sagged before her, softly butting the crown of her head into the narrow onyx shoulder.

Just stay, Jakoul, she whispered, desperate. Stay with me. Don't go.

Everyone else had gone.

Jakoul was her one tether to reality, now. If she left. . .

Please, Maegi murmured.

She folded in on herself, sinking to the ground in an alabaster heap, overcome with emotion. The tears were drying, stiff rivulets along the fur of her cheeks. Her eyes were red-rimmed.