Blackfeather Woods galaxies formed from gravity

At least a full cycle of the moon, possibly more. He could recall having travelled for even greater lengths of time before, his younger self always on the move, rarely stilling. It was still a long time to have spent alone, the distance she’d covered since setting out likely unimaginable. “Have you been alone the entire time?” he questioned, curiosity getting the better of him. Back when he’d departed from home, there was no one there to travel with him. Kove had travelled alone, occasionally crossing paths with other lone adventurers; he remembered the lifestyle being a lackluster one, never rooted down for long and unable to create lasting bonds with anyone; it was why he’d chosen to settle down in the first place, really.

Hearing her decision, his ears swiveled forward, assuring him that no tricks were being played on his mind. Without thinking, the words exited his mouth quicker than he could blink, creating what felt to be an incredibly important question: “Do you want to stay here?”