Footsteps followed him, he realised with a quiet satisfaction, though it was pale and weak when compared to the sorrow and grief that otherwise ruled him, that ruled them. The event had affected the whole town, a cloud of depression that everyone dealt with in different ways - some healthier than others.
Chulane couldn't blame Korbin for his feelings, present or past. He didn't know him well enough to guess why the boy felt he way he did about him, and he certainly couldn't blame him for almost any reaction he's had to the loss of his sister. Grief was something that never left, it only got easier to carry over time, and Chulane had had a few months to realise his initial loss of his entire world.
Idly, he thought at how he and Korbin had the same amount of biological relatives on Caido now. It wasn't a comforting thought, just a flickering interlude in the otherwise staticky background fog. He breathed the cool air in deeply, as they arrived at the side of the house.
"Stack the wood," he instructed, pressing a piece into the boy's middle, holding it there until he took it, or otherwise reacted.
Chulane couldn't blame Korbin for his feelings, present or past. He didn't know him well enough to guess why the boy felt he way he did about him, and he certainly couldn't blame him for almost any reaction he's had to the loss of his sister. Grief was something that never left, it only got easier to carry over time, and Chulane had had a few months to realise his initial loss of his entire world.
Idly, he thought at how he and Korbin had the same amount of biological relatives on Caido now. It wasn't a comforting thought, just a flickering interlude in the otherwise staticky background fog. He breathed the cool air in deeply, as they arrived at the side of the house.
"Stack the wood," he instructed, pressing a piece into the boy's middle, holding it there until he took it, or otherwise reacted.
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