Bramblepoint the graveyard, the turnaround, it changed in you somehow

indra smiled as he wished her well, but something about his expression troubled her. she caught it just enough to know something was wrong, but could not summon a name for whatever melancholy thing it was that scarcely flitted to his face. like something out of her peripheral vision, it was there, but gone when she focused her entire attention on it.

she was sorry to hear he was planning to leave, but understood - she hoped their paths might intersect in the future, and as he mentioned the possibility her tail bobbed hopefully. "i hope so." she rejoined, meaning it. "goodbye.. and good luck."  she called back, watching him until he faded from view.