Hideaway Strath the one minute, the soldier's minute

the relief that he feels as towhee tells him that, as far as she know the hemlock guarded grave has been untouched, is palpable and he trusts her at her word. it manifests itself in a soft sigh and a slight fall of his shoulders, as a great weight has been lifted. he supposes, in the end that was the whole purpose of the hemlocks — poisonous as they were. to ensure her grave went undisturbed even when arturo and hemlock were no longer in this territory to guard it. the earth has probably settled, he concludes more to himself than anything else. it's been...a long time. years.

my mother. wintersbane admits, throat growing tight with an unexpected rise of emotion that leaves his head pounding more insistently then before.