On the shared breath of her and her sisters. Her brother. It was an odd thought, something she’s known about forever, but now he was here. She could feel his resentment to her, knew she was being unfair to him. With the mounting stress of Eerikki coming through those trees any moment, on top of having something to solve all your problems with no instruction manual, it was all a little irritating.
“Just focus on me,” Rebekah said, her voice soft. Vor glanced at her before closing her eyes again, following Magnus’ breathing, she usually led them, her presence the most calming. She was the earth, fields of cool wheat, sun-warmed rocks, cold wet clay, resilient and steadfast.
The world drifted away and it was just them, breaths falling together, her heat with Magnus’s solidarity, Mom's fluid
