No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
Now now, Noe, your brother has two hands, and one will always reach for you.
Lifting his head from Flora's hair, Koa glances over at his sister, warmth blooming bright through his heart and face. He doesn't interrupt as she places her lantern, eyes stinging with pride and sorrow at its skillful craftsmanship, better than anything he could make. She steps back toward him and he reaches for her, pulling her gently against his other side, an arm coiling across her shoulders.
The Dragoon tilts his face toward his sister, smiling down with shining eyes. "She'd be proud," he whispers softly, pressing a kiss against her hair. "Just like me." Feeling more content than he would have believed possible, the young man settles back into silence, soothed by the strength of the women beside him as he watches their lanterns drift and dance.
Lifting his head from Flora's hair, Koa glances over at his sister, warmth blooming bright through his heart and face. He doesn't interrupt as she places her lantern, eyes stinging with pride and sorrow at its skillful craftsmanship, better than anything he could make. She steps back toward him and he reaches for her, pulling her gently against his other side, an arm coiling across her shoulders.
The Dragoon tilts his face toward his sister, smiling down with shining eyes. "She'd be proud," he whispers softly, pressing a kiss against her hair. "Just like me." Feeling more content than he would have believed possible, the young man settles back into silence, soothed by the strength of the women beside him as he watches their lanterns drift and dance.
Koa
