Blackfeather Woods I'm sitting in a railway station, got a ticket for a destination

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She does not deny that he is right in his protest. So far he is our only choice, The words tasted bitter on her mouth, her lips twisting in disgust at the thought of it. I am not well enough to take control. And everyone else who is otherwise eligible is indisposed, She would not give the title to anyone else — Vaati was their last bastion of strength, no matter how twisted his was in his actions. She could guide him if he would dare listen, but he should know that it was she who allowed him to take the mantle. And no one else. 

Her head lolls, held by a weak neck. Withdrawal, Is all she says, her drained body silencing her. She shakes herself lightly. I will find a new den, She says, more to herself than Kjalarr, before she stumbles away towards the nearest cave entrance. Why clutch so fervently onto the past, when there were so many new possibilities?