Prophet, I love your addition, although I am not sure that I think the love words will get much use except as pet names.
She looked into his eyes, heart lifting at his return. It has been ages since the pirate raids that had separated them, and their child had seen nearly two summers without him. The distance between them was too great, she dashed forward to meet him as he entered the camp, running to her home in his arms.
"I gavee you, Shahar."
Yeah.... But perhaps as a pet name.
They sat side by side before the fire, his skilled hands quickly removing the pelts from the hares he'd brought home from his traps. Naiya was left to butcher the meat, her knife making quick work of soft flesh and membranes, but once she began trying to disjoint the limbs she realized her little blade had lost it's keen edge.
"Gavee, pass me that knife please." She said with a gesture to the cold iron blade sitting untouched beside Shahar.
Or if you extend the romantic love into a phrase meaning "I love you", with a "love you" variant I think it will get more use. As a stand alone I think it will distract from the flow of the writing in a scene where you would use romantic love.
Can we add a variant of family love, gapee, that means little love, so you could say it specifically to a child?
Also, is Feis Zul Rhotame also used in consoling others, or just spoken to the person passing/ as a prayer? For example this is how I feel its use is explained
She watched the boy struggle to breathe, her breath caught in her throat. "Stay with me." She demanded, hands pressed tightly to the wound in his chest. He coughed, dark blood speckled her face and clothes, and she knew that these would be his final moments despite her best efforts.
"My... mother." He strained to speak, gasping and coughing. She nodded her head, assuring him that she would bring him to her.
"Don't worry, sweet boy, you'll see her soon." She promised, her voice strained with tears. His coughing continued, worsened, he wasn't long for this world. He knew it too, his eyes locked on her tear filled ones, waiting for the words.
"Feis zul rhotame, little one." She spoke with all the strength she could muster, passing the strength to him as the web claimed him.
He smiled at her as his eyes fluttered closed. His chest stilled, and the gurgling in his throat ceased. His fight was over.
but also feel like this should be an option
"My only son, my boy!" She cried, weeping across the body that had once tethered his soul. "What did you do?" Fury sparked in her eyes as she glanced at Naiya, accusation in every line of her body.
"He was alone in the sea." Naiya spoke with gentle sorrow a mother's grief was not something to question, "I followed him as he went out, to keep watch, but he ducked through a tangle of wood and I had to go around." She paused, her own grief at the loss of a child hitting close to home with her own baby home without her.
"There were bandits, two of them. Camped in the shade of the trees, he startled them, which was what gave him time to draw his weapon. The whalaks underestimated him, a.. child," She choked on the word as tears stained her cheeks once more, "He stabbed the first one as I came around the trees, and when the man dropped him, your boy ran his dagger across his gut."
"I drew my bow and fired at the second man, but he was too close, and I was too far, he.." She couldn't share the gory details, still fresh in her mind, she would dream of the moment for weeks. "I failed, I couldn't save him."
She waited, but the woman only glared at her. She didn't blame her, in her place Naiya would be no more sympathetic. "May you both find peace. Feis zul rhotame."
Where here it is more akin to " 'Till the gods bring
him home "
I like the idea of the curse, sort of resembling the punishment of exile without a horse. I rather like "Grassland take you" over claim you. but I'm no authority on the subject.