Silver Moraine Where Do I Go From Here?

Fade?

"Well don't you worry yer pretty li'l head, missus," he grinned, showboating in his best, most gracious home accent. "You ain't gettin' into any more 'nanigans on my watch, an' I'm gonna get you to safety, you bet on that." Winking, he pulled just a little closer, and hunkered down to rest as she digested and recuperated. He would unfortunately be unable to find Perrin in the coming weeks, before deciding in preparation for winter that he would settle, for a time. But nothing in Rickon said he wouldn't come across Grace again. She was starkly unique— special, he thought— and he would not soon forget her or the direction she went in, once they had parted ways.