[ They survive the solstice. Sypha has long since found ways of procuring moth larvae, and he slowly rebuilds himself again. Leon has his family prepare themselves for a terrible response that never comes. There are great floods, and Sypha freezes bridges across the water while his eldest sister swoops and dives into it to carry survivors out in her talons. Enid's hounds bear men and women out of the paths of mudslides. But none of them are made to hurt. The land that remains is flat and fertile and easy to tend, a tame place made out of a wild one. And Leon smiles, softer and brighter than he has in centuries, because maybe there is still hope after all.
He falls asleep after the most recent of these disasters with his arms around Sypha. And just feels- wrong, when he stirs. Her shoulders are broader, her hair longer and- cold. She's cold.
That strokes him as the most important thing. Humans aren't meant to be too cold. This is a fact that he knows about humans. So he pulls her tighter to him, pulling a wing over them both. ]
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He falls asleep after the most recent of these disasters with his arms around Sypha. And just feels- wrong, when he stirs. Her shoulders are broader, her hair longer and- cold. She's cold.
That strokes him as the most important thing. Humans aren't meant to be too cold. This is a fact that he knows about humans. So he pulls her tighter to him, pulling a wing over them both. ]