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Above the forest by the trail to the Dragon’s Maw, the moon hangs. The cloudless sky lets the pale light of the stars fall on you, and on the reason that you’re awake in the middle of the night.
You can feel him shaking a bit as you hold him, but you don’t interrupt to mention it. You think… You really think that Complains needs this.
You’ve listened without comment as he told you that Chief’s death was his fault. He tells you he’s stupid for breaking his arm, and you think that you catch the glint of tears. It’s dark, and the moon’s light isn’t enough, but you’re sure he’s not trembling from the cold anymore.
He tells you to listen to Thaco next time. You almost object and tell him he did the right thing back in Brassmoon, but he cuts you off with a choked sob, and you think you might understand why he said it. Maybe just a little bit. You hold him and let him curl in on himself, watching the moon crawl across the sky.