And Goro watches the wings tighten, watches Corvus cringe deeper into himself. I'm here, he wants to say. You don't have to bear this alone.

But who is he to judge? As if he'd share his private griefs with anyone. He's still barely discussed his mother with Ren, even, who he increasingly shares everything with. He shifts in turn, quiet and open, luminous and bright, a soft ear flicking as his tails shift behind him.