Bitterroot Valley watching as i fall

Eilidh studied him, noting how his expression went from one of cautious hope to downright disappointment. It might have hurt another, yet Eilidh was hardened against such feelings. After her father's death, the feelings she once had, muted as they were, had disappeared. The only thing she still felt was hope, a small glimmering feeling in her heart.  A quiet hope for her family, for the home she left behind. She often thought of Floki and Charon, those kind souls who took them in the winter after her father's death, and wondered after their wellbeing.

She'd have to find them, bring them a token of her thanks. Perhaps her brother still lived on Moonspear. It was no disruption, she said, turning back to the conversation at hand. What is your name? The question was soft, and she really didn't expect an answer. The male seemed lost in his own thoughts again, disappointed -- perhaps bitterly -- at finding she was not the woman he was, or wasn't, looking for.