Broken Boulder she's got silver bullets on her tongue

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her chest ached, yet it was (somewhat) easily ignored now. she'd learned to live with guilt and shame and regret these past weeks, though it had not been simple to escape the numb cycle she'd set out for herself. Sunny's return, and news of Easy, had cracked through the emptiness, and now she stood at the borders of the man she somehow pitied and hated. 

she did not call for him yet; her journey here had very little planning and thus she'd rather not simply summon him and offer him whatever she had to say thoughtlessly. apologizing seemed wrong, and she could not yet see past her hate. yet she could not ignore what she'd lose by allowing her poison to be the last thing said, and some selfish part of her desired something to end up right. 

still, she didn't call; not until the sun burned through the fur on her shoulders and the uncomfortable heat settled fully. she called then, summoning @Alarian and hoping this would not go as poorly as last.