Quiet eyes met the worried eyes of his two sons, and he glanced back to Araxes, leaning tenderly - and nearly unconsciously - up against him. His heart hurt, thrummed and rattled behind the spines of his chest. "She'll be fine," he murmured, and nosed the soaked hair away from her eyes. Blood mingled with his own ivory flesh and her own. How fine she would be the longer that they took... well, that he did not know.
"Come hurry up, boys," their father chided them, and at a slow pace, they all set off for Denocte.
chest cavity: closed // headshot
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