(Mintaka)
Amaia is walking purely on the sheer strength she possesses, because the bond screams of her endless sea of sorrow.
She is drowning with the illusion of swimming and we are drowning with her.
Saiph's loss is something we won't be able to rise above.
We enter her room and that tough exterior she has been keeping shatters. She tumbles to the ground, staring at the stuffed toy she had brought with her when she and Saiph had been intimate for the first time. I am pretty sure it's a gift from him for her.
I let my dark side remain in control. He is more stable in such a situation while I am a mess. Gathering her up from the floor, I carry her to the bed and sit with her perched in my lap. She clings to me, sobbing into my chest.
Moving forward I pick up the white Yeti from the bed, and I place it in her arms. She embraces it, her arms tight against the white creature. Her sobs fill the room.
I let her grieve, holding her, providing her with my remaining strength.
