Duskfire Glacier this skin is tainted by wasted days

Eventually, his presence levied her attention. Reek remained still until he saw Thuringwethil's tense body language drop— then, and only then, did Reek push forward in her direction. To be frank, he didn't know why he approached; he had nothing to say. The Maplewood was no longer his, nor did the deal they made carry any further weight.

He placed one foot in front of the other until he was closer to Thuringwethil than he had ever been before. This time, there was no river between them. "I lost the Maplewood," was all he could muster, the words falling limply from his mouth.