Healing Hand nodded. “Thank you, Lord.” We can't completely shield the boy from his brother's death, or from the grief of an Empire, Healing Hand thought. “Do you think the Lord Spirit would object if I just went home?”
“No, Little Lord, not at all. He'd find you a bother right now. Too much happening, eh?”
“That's what I thought.” Healing Hand began to cry again, softly, silently, effortlessly. Spying Eagle had taught him not to resist his emotions, instead to flow with them, to let them carry him, to let them flow through him.
Pulling the boy into his embrace, Cloudy Sky rained with him.
“Thank you, Lord,” the boy said finally, pulling away. Looking down the corridor where the baby had died, he remembered the last time he'd been in that room. Then it had been Lurking Hawk's cell.
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