Blacktail Deer Plateau we are in a state of flux

Hearing Blixen admit it doesn’t make it any easier. The weight of tears are heavy and she closes her eyes, the swelling bursting through eyelashes. Her head turns and she looks away, taking a deep breath. Where was this months ago? If this conversation had happened back then, maybe she’d still be in Drageda. She’d still be Furi.
 
You’d still be lost.
 
Mallaidh swallows thickly and takes a breath, nodding more to the voice than what the fiery girl is saying. “You should go home,” she says, glancing back and realizing—“when you can, I mean.” It’s for the best, for both of them. “Maybe we’ll meet again but,” she finishes with a lazy shrug of uncertainty.