K'piru did not look up when K'ile approached, nor when K'luha made her fearful exit. She'd shut her eyes and turned away from the others and now sat in a corner at the back of the tent, bowed over her knees. When K'luha and her daughter's scents faded, there came some relief, but the memories they had stirred remained as raw and bleeding as ever.
Little K'ailia's burns became K'airos's burns, and K'airi's. And Thalens. K'luha's panic echoed and intensified her own, even after the woman left, and a low, faint moan, the desperate sound of a wounded animal, broke from her throat.
When K'aijeen had left, K'piru had thought she'd crumble, both from the pain of losing a daughter and the guilt over the relief she had felt, relief that she no longer had to live in terror over what her daughter might do next. But she'd had her girls, and Thalen, then. They buoyed her, recalled to her a purpose and a family.
But now...
Her eyes cracked open, red and wet, and peered sideways at K'ile. "They will... They will be alright, if I..." she trailed off, suddenly afraid of speaking what she had just considered, ashamed and terrified, but desperate.
Little K'ailia's burns became K'airos's burns, and K'airi's. And Thalens. K'luha's panic echoed and intensified her own, even after the woman left, and a low, faint moan, the desperate sound of a wounded animal, broke from her throat.
When K'aijeen had left, K'piru had thought she'd crumble, both from the pain of losing a daughter and the guilt over the relief she had felt, relief that she no longer had to live in terror over what her daughter might do next. But she'd had her girls, and Thalen, then. They buoyed her, recalled to her a purpose and a family.
But now...
Her eyes cracked open, red and wet, and peered sideways at K'ile. "They will... They will be alright, if I..." she trailed off, suddenly afraid of speaking what she had just considered, ashamed and terrified, but desperate.
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