Sunspire Mountains you will be a king

oh gosh what do i do now  

He could see his own breath pealing out of him, curling about his face as it dissipated, and there was a red gleam in the snow; parts of him trailed behind, but his future lay before him, the shadow - who upon realizing he had come, bound close. Her voice was strange to his ears and he almost flinched back from it. Even in whispers it was strange to him, but he did not stop her. He listened, but did not hear her - did not hear the implications, because the words meant nothing to him. Tryphon decided to slip close, lowering himself to his chest so that they were on equal standing. He was injured physically, she was injured.. Perhaps emotionally, perhaps only mentally, by this rejection she had faced. He wedged his head against her neck, rested his chin across her back, and lay there while she spoke. His wounds would heal. For now, the blood mixed across them both.