Ocean's Breath Plateau à la dérive en mer

As luck would have it, someone did happen upon her.

But it was not the someone that she had been anticipating. It was still someone she would have rather gone without seeing if she had ever got a say in anything. Dread willed itself into the empty space left by the calling of Tegan's voice and if not for the dark fur that covered her, all the color would have drained from her face. She felt it do that very thing, felt the pins and needles and prickles of being caught in the act of something that seemed so embarrassing.

She couldn't remember his name.

Her mouth opened and closed, brows knitting together as she openly struggled to find something to say. She hadn't seen him in so long but she knew him for who he was—a Blackthorn, a Redhawk essentially—and remembered that he had left them just like the rest. That was the darkening cloud that crossed her countenance now, and her knitted brows furrowed instead.

"You," she replied, almost accusatory. "You're one of the ones who left." One of the unhappy ones, the one that would surely turn her into a hypocrite on the spot.