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She found him up a steeper slope, perched upon a jutting edge of the Caldera. His massive form cut sharp against the golden sky, and when he turned, Andalusia couldn't read his face beyond the soft smile he cast her. Knowing the tenderness of Sebastian's heart, the Ostrega doubted he betrayed himself. She let a gentle wag sway through her tail and quirked the corners of her mouth.

"Hey Seb,"  she said. The Ostrega stilled herself at the base of the ledge and squinted up to him against the sunlight. "Hope I didn't interrupt anything." The place felt quiet, serene. Andalusia wondered if Sebastian had scouted this spot for that very reason. She understood grief and the need to be alone but knew the danger of too much isolation. What she didn't know was what Sebastian needed now.