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That night Luna found Kai in the half collapsed storeroom, carving new support beams from the eroded wall. Sweat glistened down his spine. Miryam watched from a perch, flicking her tail at stone chips.
"You never rest," Luna chided, stepping over rubble.
He paused, wiping brow. "The mountain feels alive. I hear it breathing through cracks. I must keep it strong."
She touched his arm. "We keep it strong together." She produced a woven moon-vine and coral thread doll. "I made this for Miryam, something soft to curl in."
Miryam eyed the bright ribbon, sniffed it, then dragged it into her cradle, delighted.
Kai's chest warmed. "She likes it."
"She'll grow out of it by next week," Luna teased. "But for now, let her feel beautiful."
They worked side by side until the wall stood whole again. Then, in the hush after midnight, they sat on the terrace roof, Miryam asleep between them.
