384 i am the suck
Myrika is by me!
Myrika looked around her room in vain, searching for anything which she might use to begin the process of cleaning and comforting. She had only her hands, and the hope that Kaena would do as asked. Despite her supposed title, she was not certain whether she did hold sway over the old woman -- maybe it was simply tiredness of age and lack of resistance which made her peaceful enough. She did not want the apology, but did not protest all the same, only turning away to tug the chair away from her desk with the question. One of the pelts was pulled from her bed and settled over the hard chair for some semblance of comfort. She then inched backward until she leaned against her desk.
The room was swathed in great shadow despite the wide open windows and silvery night light. Even with the lingering dimness, Myrika could still see the patches on her sister's fur, streaked gray and coal in the poor light. Yeah, she answered, finally. A year. And one week, and one day, but precise dates were something even she did not comprehend in the fullest. She slid her arms over her torso, one of them covering the patch of missing fur and red star therein. A shuffle and knock that sounded more like a soft kick sounded mercifully at the door, sparing her the conversation for a moment.
When she opened the door, orange light greeted her. A candle sat on the firewood pile behind Kaena, precariously balanced. Myri grimaced at it, but took the offered bucket and bundle, tucking the latter beneath her arm before Kaena handed her the candle. She offered nothing, and the old coyote asked nothing, though her golden eye did strain and squint to peer through the gloom behind Myri all the same. She did have the grace and good sense to shuffle back into the darkness. Myri turned, nudged the door closed with a foot, and moved back toward the desk.
She was quick to set everything down, but her turquoise eyes glanced over at Cassie, apprehensive of the words but wanting to hear her voice all the same. She pulled apart the cloth and, after setting the other contents aside, dipped the dented metal cup into the bucket, offering it out.
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