[It's enough, and Konoha's hand just stays where it is for now, her thumb absently stroking along his upper arm as they sit there and the thin trails of smoke from the burning incense curl into the air and drift across the bromides of people lost, the cracked remnants of the egg she'd carried in lieu of the foal she'd longed for.]
Kanao is her apprentice... ?
[She doesn't consider herself an expert on loss, even with all she has lost, but.
It's just nice to talk about it... to let it out, and take a moment to mourn rather than carry the burden along.]
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Kanao is her apprentice... ?
[She doesn't consider herself an expert on loss, even with all she has lost, but.
It's just nice to talk about it... to let it out, and take a moment to mourn rather than carry the burden along.]