she looked at ksura, really looked at him. alive. whole. ridiculous as ever, fretting over his height now like the mountain owed him a little more stretch to his legs. she let her eyes trace the stillness of him — not wounded, not bleeding, just... here. and for the first time since setting foot in these high places, something inside her eased.
two hairs taller might be dangerous,she murmured, voice warm.
then you’d never stop looking down on us.
her eyes followed the slope where he'd pointed, to that sharp place where the clouds broke open around the peak. yes, it did seem taller now. but maybe it was just that they had changed beneath it.
she stepped closer and pressed her shoulder gently to his, her silver eyes softer now, the harshness dulled.
it’s kinder with you here,she said, plain and quiet.