She listened to every word, being sure not to interrupt while her thoughts raced, letting her friends voice settle into her like a warmth against cold bones. And when Tamaska was done, her steps slowed, I know you're right she murmured softly, and she did mean it. The quiet way of someone who has already turned a truth over a hundred times in her palms and is only just now setting it down I know it in here, she lifted her paw, making a small gesture toward her chest. It just hadn't made it to the rest of me yet I guess

The rivers sound would fill the pause between them. And what scares me the most... her voice would dip low, Is that I'm not even sure she intended to be cruel about it...it just...happened. I was somewhere else surviving, trying to get home — and Mythris kept turning without me she sighed, ears tipping back.

She glanced at Tamaska, something grateful and exhausted behind her eyes.

I don't think I'm going back... she muttered, it was the first time she had just openly said it, without a question lingering behind the words. I think I have known this for a while

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