Silverlight Terrace caredigion

His words settled over her, stealing her breath for a few seconds before she could respond. It was just so much to process. He was leaving? And going to be a king and possibly fight in some kind of war? Concern spread across her face as she imagined him getting hurt or killed. Even though his next words caused warmth to spread through her stomach, she still felt a mixture of fear and sadness at the news that he was leaving. She wasn't even sure what to say at first, and she always knew what to say. She stared at him for a few seconds before finally answering. I understand, she said softly. Your wolves need you, and so you should go to them, she added with a sad smile. 

She pushed her face into his neck, breathing in and committing his scent to memory. Pulling back again, she looked up, eyes shining a little with unshed tears. Just be careful, okay? she said. And then her smile brightened a little more. You better come back and visit me soon and without any horrible injuries, she mockingly chided. 

There was not much left to say and definitely no changing the warrior's mind, not that she had wanted to change his mind anyway; she wanted him to help his wolves, and she could tell it meant a lot to him. She pressed her face into his fur once more, before finally whispering her own goodbye. She watched him turn and leave and was proud of herself for holding back her tears until he was way out of earshot, not wanting him to feel guilty about making her said. She sat there for a while until she collected herself, holding close his promise that he would be back some day as she made her way back to the mountain.