Wapun Meadow rain fell and collected in the hollows of their palms

she allows the touch of his muzzle against her own but he keeps it brief, allowing her to nose him after she places her bundle of flowers at her feet. "well enough," he responds with brisk and flippant gruffness as he tries to downplay it. not the whole truth but not a complete lie either. addie's disappearance troubles him even though it does not come as entirely unexpected to him; and try as wardruna does he cannot entirely keep himself from showing that her prolonged and extended absence without word bothers him. it was not as if he looked at his wives and found them to be replaceable. they weren't. he couldn't just coherence another into taking addie's place. oh, no doubt he could charm another woman to his side to take the spot but she would not be addie and this hypothetical wife would not fill the void left in her wake. "you?" he inquires, clearly intent on not focusing upon himself for longer than was absolutely necessary.