Blacktail Deer Plateau we are in a state of flux

I do.
 
Mallaidh sucks in a breath and holds it, thankful to hear the words. It’s not much, but a compromise, but there’s an emptiness she worries it’s too soon. What if they never see each other again? No, she tells herself. You want to be better, too. She can take the release, at least. Whatever she has to do, right?
 
The girl nods then releases the breath as they touch. Pale eyes close and she leans, a little, and resists the urge to cave and fall into her embrace. Stiffly, she backs up and this time turns to leave.