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You’ll get used to it. Her lips twist and her smile completely fades away. She can tell it’s not true. In the short amount of time since she’s departure, she feels the lost connection. Maybe it gets easier, as all things do with time, but she doesn’t have to think much on it now. She’s scored early, at least. There’s no telling the last time he has spoken to someone from the north, based on his reaction.
 
“Kove,” she says quietly and to herself. It is not the same she has familiar with but, from her understanding, neither is hers. The influence of another culture dying out is the cause for her name, deepened in her mother’s past. “It has been a moon or more,” she answers. She wants to ask about him, curious of what life has brought him, but perhaps there could be another time for that. Maybe this is the end of the line for her. She glances up to the darkening sky in the distance, the reflection of half a moon seen. “I don’t think I want to travel any further.”