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Rannoch's lips stretched into a straight line; he was becoming increasingly cognizant that he would not be able to resolve her inner turmoil alone—but, perhaps, Rannoch realizing his role in their conversation for the best. 

"I think that it's something that you will have to decide for yourself," he admitted after a significant pause. "You will have to decide at what point you begin to put yourself first." Rannoch knew very little about Morningside, and it was difficult for him to imagine what he would do if he were in her paws. "If you do not think that the pack can survive without you, and knowing that is keeping you down, then perhaps you will have to wait." He shrugged. "I do have to ask, though. How long have you been away on this jaunt?" Surely the pack was doing well enough if she had already been away for a significant amount of time?