Hushed Willows it's in the lap of the gods

Sometimes the truth is cruel, Lily murmured, thinking of her own dark past opinions on the subject. I understand completely. But then, to leave and not come back. . . That shook me. He always came back. Except when he didn't. Perhaps Delight was right. It was inevitable. 

She stifled a yawn, stretching slightly. I'm tired, she said honestly, blinking over at the Shiva. I think I'm off to bed. Join me on the walk back? she offered, ears cupping forward atop her head in inquiry. They could continue their conversation while maneuvering down the path; it would take her mind off whatever shadows--physical or spiritual--hid in the clefts of the cavern.