Meh'ano en'ss'anu'ek da a'ni'eh
Au'ri' Kheh'ana e'kheh'ss'o
Uri'o'auna kama'a
Ia no'aur'a en'de'ek na'ori'ss'a jeh'uma dia'ek ma'ka'aul'a
Kheh neh'avi
The return trip to the Dauntless was a strange affair. Subdued in the aftermath of the disastrous ending of the contest of wills between Lupines and bounty hunters, and utter joy and elation at the fact that after so long, Loklorien s'Ilancy had - in her arms at this very moment - her daughter.
It was a blessing and a tragedy, and the elder Lupine was torn on how to react. In the end she knew that what had befallen Arya was something that would need to be remedied, but for Teagan's sake, s'Il kept a tight hold on the girl. She crushed her to her chest, unable to speak for the longest time, and it wasn't until they were on their final approach to Dauntless' main hangar bay that she found her voice.
"Dama missed you so much," she whispered repeatedly, rocking back and forth.
For her part, Teagan held just as tightly to her mother, and had succumbed to happy tears, burying her head into Dama's chest, hands balling into fists that clutched her mother's shirt.
s'Il had decided it best to also wrap the girl in her own outer tunic, securing it tightly with her belt cinched as far as it could go, then knotted. Over that, Teagan had been given the shuttle pilot's uniform jacket. It was an odd arrangement, but it was better than having the little Lupine run about in the suit she'd been born with.
The elder Lupine shut her eyes tightly as she clung to her daughter, and she felt a tear escape to travel down her cheek.
"I missed you so very much."
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