Wild Berry Meadow reweave

He points in her direction when she moves but he does not follow. She turns around to face him, quietly repeating the name as if to hold it dear. She doesn’t answer his question right away because she knows she doesn’t have an answer. When she came out here, she thought she had a plan, but she knows it to be fruitless and she would much rather entertain the thought of someone else in the meantime. Even if it’s nothing but empty words, she can find some form of comfort in him.

“I don’t know,” she says after a beat. “I lost someone a little while ago and I know I won’t get them back,” she adds, though why? The words fell out of her mouth before she can catch them and it’s likely the most honest she’s been since she arrived and probably the most honest she’ll be at all. He isn’t from the caldera, is from somewhere else entirely, but there’s a softness to him she doesn’t know how to explain, as if he might understand.