Fear of change

It was hard to wrap his head around his own age, not from like a logical standpoint but rather a grieving one. Crux couldn't seem to really believe that soon he'd be 2 and he'd have to accept that he'd already lived more of his life without his mother than with. He carried the emotional scars of her death with him everywhere and it was strange to realize he'd hardly known her at all... The hole in his heart certainly felt like she ought to have been more. He understood logically that he'd been too young to properly process his grief and that was a part of it but there was also the low hum of guilt. On some level he knew he couldn't be blamed for his mother's illness but he also couldn't help but worry deep down that he'd been to blame, him and his sisters. They'd not been born "right." Even though Crux would have fought anyone who said as much out loud. He wouldn't let his disability stop him but he couldn't help but worry that the crystals had hurt her...

Crux sighed and shook out his thoughts, trying to turn his attention to the task at hand. The moon was just starting to crest the horizon not that it was visible from where he was, the towering trees letting only the tiniest dregs of it's cold light filter through and Crux shivered, with Riya back at home he had only himself for warmth. He was out looking for herbs, his stores were woefully low and he was growing a little desperate honestly. Maybe it was more than that though, some part of him wanted to find something, anything, that might help Cryptis. He was hesitant to go see her right away, Medusa hadn't exactly seemed pleased to see him but he still felt responsible for what had happened to her. That was it, he definitely didn't want to see her for any other reasons at all. What a liar.

"Speech"