Lost Creek Hollow The moonlight's a path we can travel down

but gannet was unwavering, and mona drew a shaking breath, a single droplet of saltwater tracing its way along her cheek. despite her fear, despite the guilt that was beginning to settle over her like a shroud, his devotion to their unconvential little family had settled mona in many ways.
”where are they going?” she asked of liffey and rannoch. close enough to visit, she hoped, for his sake. 
a moment passed, in which mona silently leant her head against gannet’s shoulder. ”thank you,” she whispered, hoping she could mend whatever wound they left behind.