At first, Sterling watched the wherlets sleep; the fat little hatchlings piled up with each other in a heap on their new wallow with the occasional foot or wing twitch. She took in the feelings of being back in the Wherhandler Tunnels, though she had noted they had been careful not to select her old quarters she had shared with Serisk when assigning her a space. However, Sterling couldn't stay awake for long. With the bonding of two minds to hers at the same time, it hit her fast and hard. Mental exhaustion hit her, and she worried she would have a migraine coming on soon too. She also knew the wherlets would only sleep so long before hunger woke them again. So she laid down while she could, throwing an arm over her eyes and bunching up the covers around herself to try and get as cozy as possible, though it only took her a few minutes to fall asleep.
The first few days together passed in a blur for Sterling. Her time was basically feeding two very hungry wherlets, and keeping them out of trouble. Luckily, it seemed only Stersk, the blue, was apt to get himself into trouble so often and Linsk helped reign him in sometimes. But as hatchlings are hatchlings, both found their way into trouble here and there, like when Stersk and Linsk started chasing around a very angry starlizard, thinking it was a glowing toy of some sort, which also made Sterling certain she needed to keep her starlizards away from the wherlets for a while.
What made that time a bit harder for Sterling was the mental haze she felt. Two minds were a lot to take at the same time, even for whers, and it left her a little less sharp mentally, and slower to react to things. She made it through the beginning few days though, and no one questioned whether she would be an adequate handler for the two wherlets Stersk and Linsk. While two wherlets were a lot to handle, they wouldn't suggest Sterling give up one of her new bonds to someone else, especially when it didn't feel necessary. Besides, before she had been a handler to a clutching Andalusite, which had to say something about her mental strength.
As such, the Blooding Ceremony night arrived, and Sterling had been quietly agonizing what to do. She would do the Ceremony, no doubt about it, but should she use the dagger from her Ceremony with Serisk? She hadn't been able to decide, and had gone to the Ceremony with Serisk's blade at her hip as well. She kept Stersk and Linsk together and behaving while a couple of the others performed their Ceremonies before her, giving her a little extra time to decide. Of course, if she hadn't been able to decide in the days leading up to the Ceremony, a few extra minutes didn't get her to decide, and she walked up to the table unsure.
"Select a blade," Wherlingmaster Irena instructed, though there was a bit of a tilt to her instruction, eyes flickering questioningly to the blade that Sterling had brought with her. She was being given the choice... but she wasn't sure as she unhooked the blade and its sheath from her hip and held it in her hands. Looking down at it, she compared it to the much simpler blades on the table. She looked at Irena as if looking for an answer, but the woman just nodded her head at the blades. It was when her eyes fell on her two new wherlets, Stersk and Linsk staring up at her in wonder... that moment was when she made up her mind.
Serisk's blade was set down on the table, a little forcefully and loudly, before she picked up a fresh, plain blade from the table. Serisk was a part of her story, but Serisk was her past now, and Stersk and Linsk were her present. One blade for Stersk and Linsk. This new blade represented the new bonds together, and the future for them all, rather than the past that once was. Sterling couldn't hold on to Serisk at all anymore, and in setting that blade on the table and selecting a fresh one, she let go of that final sliver of Serisk she had still been holding onto. She would keep Serisk's blade to remember, but never to use again.
Sterling made two cuts on the top of her left forearm as she crouched onto one knee for the wherlets, opposite to the underside of her forearm where she had cut for Serisk turns ago. While two separate cuts weren't necessary, especially since they were right next to each other, Sterling had wanted to, holding the bleeding arm out for the two. Both Stersk and Linsk tasted Sterling's blood, and the show of trust in the two of them to not harm her and the taste of handler's blood made their bond stronger, solidifying it into something with more weight between all three of them. They would be together forever, they all thought together.