Broken Antler Fen I'm not running again

"It is of no strife to me," she assured him, for truly it was not. Throughing herself into work seemed a part of her fresh start here, or so she thought of it. She ahd worked dutifully back at Arthendal, as an ambassador, a hunter and a guardian, even more so when their numbers were few and had waned. From the start to the finish she had never once left, even while all the others came and went. 

she canted her head in the slightest, considering. yes, he was different, the Sebastien, and it was odd, after so long serving his father, who seemed very much the same. alas, it seemed the simularities began and ended at physical appearance. "I served your father for half of a year, and yes, he is very different from you. It is...odd, to suddenly adjust to the Fen after so long." she admitted with a small smile, though "odd" barely scratched the surface of what she had felt on that day Arthendal had fallen.