K'luha could have said something about K'yohko helping them, but she didn't. She had choice words in any normal circumstance to K'yohko's helpfulness, but indeed these weren't any circumstances. K'luha was afraid though. She was afraid of how fixated K'ile seemed on K'piru. On just how shell-shocked K'piru seemed to be. Would K'piru make it? Would she be able to live on? What if K'ile just took her away and the two left? What would happen without their shaman and fire-dancer? K'luha was very afraid that it might happen, but she tried to push that fear away. Surely they were family. Surely they were upset but, they would think about the rest of their family before themselves... right?
K'ile's response was anything but helpful in her attempt to stabilize her faith in her family. For a fire dancer... he really was frigid. Luha gathered up K'ailia in her arms and stood with some effort. Her ankle seemed to have pulled or something when she fell, because it hurt terribly to stand on it. But to say anything in front of K'ile and K'piru now... She was too afraid to linger any longer. She moved from the tent and paused at the flap to look back at them.
"We're family too.... if... you wanted us to help you.. we would..." K'luha said this very quietly before skittering out of the tent. She wasn't wanted, and she certainly didn't want to linger there. Instead she tried to coo out comforts to K'ailia and pulled a strip of fabric from her clothing to cover her daughter's burnt head like a bandana.
K'ile's response was anything but helpful in her attempt to stabilize her faith in her family. For a fire dancer... he really was frigid. Luha gathered up K'ailia in her arms and stood with some effort. Her ankle seemed to have pulled or something when she fell, because it hurt terribly to stand on it. But to say anything in front of K'ile and K'piru now... She was too afraid to linger any longer. She moved from the tent and paused at the flap to look back at them.
"We're family too.... if... you wanted us to help you.. we would..." K'luha said this very quietly before skittering out of the tent. She wasn't wanted, and she certainly didn't want to linger there. Instead she tried to coo out comforts to K'ailia and pulled a strip of fabric from her clothing to cover her daughter's burnt head like a bandana.
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