Broken Antler Fen there's no place like home

To his surprise she was as unnerved by him as he had been unravelled by her. For different reasons he assumed — if only to force his mind to think something other than she was her, that she shared his disbelief that ever they could see each other again. But it was not working well. His heart desperately wanted to go there, to be lost in a moment he knew could never be for real. He longed for just one more day, knowing full well that if he was granted that wish he'd beg for another, and then another again.

"I'm Skwol," he said, his name spoken with an almost meek quietness that was not typical of him or of usual his strong, bass voice. He took a step forward, aware that she looked flighty, but needing to be nearer. To know her as anything but her.

He anchored himself to his kin's traditional greeting, finding security, finding ground, in it.

"Have you eaten?"