Kintla Flatlands And I'll never let him go

"I feel bad that I could not be that person for him. To open up to. But I think I spoiled that chance long time ago already," Wraen replied, feeling sorry for Terance and seeing, how he really, really needed this figurative "shoulder to lean on", this better now than ever. He was chasing this idol of, what he should be, that he forgot he was just the same as everyone else. That bad stuff happened and no one had to be blamed. 

"Temporary - that changes a lot of things, doesn't it... Yet, I think you were right to move, when you did, because it still took a long time for Sunspire to find a new and suitable home," she said this more to herself than to Seabreeze. "Well, speaking from experience - expect first white hairs on your head," she replied and chuckled. "Though... I don't seem greyer than, when I began as a leader, but I sure feel that way so," older, wiser, worn-out, burnt-out... "I enjoyed it, but I am glad it is over now."

"Okeanos was a little gentleman," back then, when she had met him in person for the first time she had imagined him becoming just like his dad. Maybe without depression and a healthy dose of self-condifence. "And I am sorry for Ibis. The pretty little, fragile thing - that's, what I remember of her. And the first to be musically inclined in a line of wolves, who are notoriously unmusical. Maybe she gets it from you?"