Meeting Tarian Again
Kestrel didn't fuss about anything else, she tightened her arms around the man in her hug that, despite clenched teeth, was shivering non-stop. She knew he had gone through a lot, that he needed this hug. That was enough for her.
Time became thick and slow, unsure whether it was moving forward or had frozen in this very moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Ren gradually found his calm again. Kestrel's large tendrils were wrapped tightly around them both. The small spaces were filled with a sweet smell and the cool mist of water, along with some indescribable scents, making it easier for them to understand each other's feelings.
"He really doesn't have to be this tough on himself," Kestrel thought.
As if Ren had heard her thoughts, his murmur came from her shoulder, "I often dream about them," his voice was very low, with a strong nasal tone as if he had been in a rain. Kestrel instantly knew who he was talking about.