Whitewater Gorge only one remained to haunt me.

His promise draws her flighty eyes once more - for some reason she can't quite explain, his words tear at her heart. 

The void of nothing within, the sensation of being lost even unto herself - it is not something she wants to face alone. 

A lump swells in her throat and she nods, unable to speak as she mouths a silent, "Thank you."

It is that moment of companionship, of ready acceptance that would seal her connection to the bear - even after her wounds had healed and the confusion faded to make way for fear. He was protector, caretaker, and someday - leader.

The northron accepts his assistance readily, feeling none too steady on her feet, and leans her weight against his broad side without fear. 

She does not question the destination. Anywhere is fine - so long as she is near Evergreen.