K’luha felt a hand, warm and familiar grasp her own. She took it willingly, squeezing it and digging her nails into poor Tahj’s skin mercilessly. If Tahj wanted to reclaim her hand, she might find it difficult now that K’luha had taken hold of it. There was comfort in that hand and the hand upon her hair and face. Some part of her cruelly wished it wasn’t Tahj. It wished that K’ailia could be the one to do such a thing, or even K’ile. Why was it Tahj when the only thing K’luha had ever done for the child was ruin her life? But it was a question K’luha couldn’t bring herself to ask. And although she cruelly wished it could be someone else in the tent with her, she was immensely grateful that Tahj was the one there when no one else would be.
When Luha had wondered once if she would have been better off leaving with K’ailia, it was a moment like this one to remind her the warmth and care of her family. A thing that she would be lost and meaningless without. There was no home for her outside of her family, even if K’ailia could never understand that. The only home for K’luha was here. With her sisters and brothers and all she had ever known and cared for.
When Luha had wondered once if she would have been better off leaving with K’ailia, it was a moment like this one to remind her the warmth and care of her family. A thing that she would be lost and meaningless without. There was no home for her outside of her family, even if K’ailia could never understand that. The only home for K’luha was here. With her sisters and brothers and all she had ever known and cared for.
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