Heron Lake Plateau two black eyes from loving too hard

Houkie was fortunately correct because Stray likes to keep things vague to suit the needs of their thread partners.

Stay with me, Raven asks, and somewhere in her mind they are not here, they are somewhere so tender and infinite, somewhere so finespun and momentary.  Raven's smoldering gaze is as steady and weighted as the low-hanging sun.

Can you stand?  She very much wanted to thrust her fists against whatever ailment had gripped her, but she'd worked too hard as of late to have any energy left over.  When she stood it was on quivering, unsure limbs.  For now it is the only strength she has left to offer; walking all the way to the lake by herself would be difficult if not impossible, but headstrong as she was (which was how she wound up with this ailment in the first place) she was determined to go it alone.