Tuktu Weir sacrifices must be made

She had always been older than her body suggested. Perhaps the witch-blood ran too thickly, aging her soul and bringing to light the lives she'd lived before. She did not consider it often, but even as a puppy she had not frolicked and played as others did. She met his eyes and gave a little nod, though it was sad to consider that he would not be beside her it was as it should have been. 

"Your girls need you." She soothed, offering him a small smile. "I focus only on your reunion." While Rowan saw varied outcomes the strongest she gave her energy to was of the young pair bringing their girls home. "When I ran into him it was in the pasture near Donnelaith. Towards the mountains, and he said he had come a long way." She wanted to give them the best chance she could. "And perhaps when you return they will have cousins to meet. Don't worry about me. I know we'll be alright." She promised gently, hoping to take some of his worries and release them - he was too young to be burdened by so much already.