Stitching

Razor shivered slightly, the caves were a little colder then the runt of the family was used to. Though his sister was only an inch taller, still he was never quiet filled out. As he pressed into Rivaxorus he waited patiently for his father to come talk to them. After the meeting it made him all the more nervous of their future. Did Marina know the way they had lived. Did she know the struggles his family went through because he didn't entirely think so. That was what he had to be careful about, letting out a sigh he pressed his head against the stoney floor of the caverns. The best he could do was lean into his bigger brother for that warmth.

If something bad was coming their way - at least they would have each other. That much he knew, with how they had to get it into their head that their mother would have wanted them to be strong together and not fight. Sure siblings fought all the time, but they were family. That was enough for Razor to even take a chance with the weak body he had received from the gods.