Northstar Vale Its the sunrise

She smiled at his agreement, falling into step with the dark titan silently. Her thoughts lingered, despite her efforts to force them elsewhere, on the raven's words. So certain was he, so sure in his presumption of being eternally damned by the spectres of his past.

Her gaze slid to him, studying. If it was the truth of it then mayhaps it was best the tundrian had kept her words sealed safely behind unsure lips. 

This connection they fostered was built on the foundation of pain and the slight of being mistreated. Sorin seemed content to remain in such a state, too absorbed by the hurts caused by the hands of others to look to the future. It would not be so with the Blackfoot. 

Her jaw set subconsciously and her chin raised a slight fraction as determination settled familiarly into her bones. The healer intended not only to survive this, she sought recovery. She would not only heal but she would thrive in this life.

The pair rounded the territory in comfortable silence and the sylph allowed no hint of her thoughts to display upon the collected mask that had become expression.