King Elk Forest begin again

winter is quiet around them, the forest settled. delight still feels uneasy under the crown he's borrowed. tindómë is calm and he hopes it is not on borrowed time that they are able to live in peace. he patrols quietly, trying not to think about anything but his own breathing and the crisp chill in the air. his days are becoming fairly routine: walk the border, check the cache, make sure no one's dead in the snow, check on mato and burke. he wishes anatha were still here - she'd probably have something that could ease the old man's suffering. maybe brienne.. 

but that's something he'd rather not touch.

he doesn't have time to dwell on - that, because the sound of sobbing reaches him. moon silver eyes blink, breaking out of his reverie. he'd not realised he was close to anyone else, and he quickens his pace, worried that someone (brienne? jomyo? anatha?) is at the door crying. but the figure - inside their claim, he notes absently - isn't someone he knows. oh, jeez. he's not actually good at dealing with... crying.

the androgyne clears his throat, shuffling awkwardly closer. "hey there, uh. everything... okay?"