Lieschel
Nevi was her go to when she felt sad or down. He was always so good at cuddling and bringing her close, touching his lips to her forehead and just in general making her feel like she was loved. He also made her feel bad, because no matter how much she smiled or tried to make him smile there were still shadows there in his eyes. And wouldn't she know? Wouldn't she see those shadows and recognize them for what they were even as the rest of the family seemed to not pay attention to the way his eyes would glaze slightly when they were around as he put the pain away, hid it away from them all so they wouldn't hurt for him?
He broke her heart, every day, but she loved him so much. Out of them all he was the one that had found her, patched her broken and shattered heart a little bit at a time. The others had helped of course, but if she was scared, if she was worried that her parents would hate her for something she had done, she would go to him. He took all her buried hurts, placed them on his own heart and soul already so heavy with his own.
"Nevi?" She says as she slides into the cave, slips past the entrance and pauses to let her eyes react to the light. She knows he will be here, has hidden here ever since the accident. He had been so broken, the light in his eyes so dim when the three of them had slipped into the cave that night. So weary, with the blood on their fur. On his fur. Nevi had been the only one who had been hurt, so she had nuzzled against him while Maribel had worried over Argo and Lissie-doll.
Her sister had been so perfect and so little. She had fallen in love with her. But Nevi needed her, he needed someone at least. So she had went to him, licking at his wounds gently to clean his wounds even though the blood left a nasty copper taste on her tongue. She curled against him, touching every part of him she could.
"Nevi." She says, moving deeper into the cave, deeper and deeper until the light barely penetrated and she was almost in complete darkness. "Nevi I can't see. Can you please come out?" The winter sun was pale and weak, it's light more white than golden like in the summer. So it's wavering tendrils barely made it into the depths of the cave. She takes another hesitant step forwards.
That awkward moment when you're laughing so hard but no noise comes out so you sit there clapping like a retarded seal.