K'luha sat nervously, her eyes darting around the tent. Why were they out here? Didn't they know that they were needed? Didn't they care? K'luha was too afraid to ask. K'yohko had asked them earlier to let the two of them have their privacy, but he never said why. She had heard K'thalen and K'piru's daughters died however, and that was enough for K'luha to give K'piru her space to mourn. But surely, K'piru would return when she was done mourning, right? She would do what K'luha had done and mourn before coming back, and that idea held Luha at bay from asking many questions about K'piru. As for K'ile... he seemed angry she was even here in the first place. She did not miss the aura that she was intruding upon something important, nor the aura that he could not care less for her or any of her worries... or really anything at all.
She watched for a moment as he pulled an arm across the sand and dragged K'ailia into the light. K'luha's ears stood up tall and she immediately leaned forward to touch K'ailia's cheek. Again, K'luha didn't miss the faint undercurrent of impatience and what sounded almost like anger. It made her ears fall flat. Wasn't he family? Had she done something wrong? All she had tried to do was help but...
"I-i'm sorry..." K'luha stumbled over her words again, reaching over to try and pull K'ailia into her arms so she might walk away with her daughter. Walk away from the people who didn't want them there for whatever reason. But it hurt just as much as everything else did that the two didn't seem to care about anyone else. "I-i'm no good w-with healing o-or bandages. S-so it's g-gotten w-worse and I-i... I-i'm sorry." The words were spilling out of her mouth like the tears had spilled from her eyes. "W-we're going." Luha finally finished, shifting to try and take K'ailia away from the tent and back to the tribe. Even cold K'yohko was not as frigid as the tent with K'ile and K'piru, and that was more frightening than the sky falling upon them to K'luha.
She watched for a moment as he pulled an arm across the sand and dragged K'ailia into the light. K'luha's ears stood up tall and she immediately leaned forward to touch K'ailia's cheek. Again, K'luha didn't miss the faint undercurrent of impatience and what sounded almost like anger. It made her ears fall flat. Wasn't he family? Had she done something wrong? All she had tried to do was help but...
"I-i'm sorry..." K'luha stumbled over her words again, reaching over to try and pull K'ailia into her arms so she might walk away with her daughter. Walk away from the people who didn't want them there for whatever reason. But it hurt just as much as everything else did that the two didn't seem to care about anyone else. "I-i'm no good w-with healing o-or bandages. S-so it's g-gotten w-worse and I-i... I-i'm sorry." The words were spilling out of her mouth like the tears had spilled from her eyes. "W-we're going." Luha finally finished, shifting to try and take K'ailia away from the tent and back to the tribe. Even cold K'yohko was not as frigid as the tent with K'ile and K'piru, and that was more frightening than the sky falling upon them to K'luha.
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