"You take the pain," the Mofu whispered, standing at the edge of the light's radius. Its shadow loomed large and sorrowful. "You take the hardness back into the world. Why?"
Kaelen wept. He did not know why. The two tails of Vell-Veren wrapped around him, one across his back, one over his hands—different textures, different pressures, the same impossible comfort. mofu futakin valley