Silvertip Mountain Scream to the gods that you have lost

Loss, it was all Evermore could think about. She exhaled. "Please, don't apologize for what you didn't commit," she said, "or else you carry everyone else's burdens on your shoulders." Her tone was soft, not to scold or chide. She was thankful for the other's care, but didn't want her worrying. 

Evermore had grown a greater sense of her mortality during these events. She forgot the fact that one day, she would join the earth, where her body would be left and her spirit may wander elsehwere. She hoped she would get some sort of burial, it would be nice to think someone cared enough to give her respect. When the talk of the dangers of the land continued, including the chances of death again, Evermore couldn't help but nod. The other cut her sentence off short, however, noticing the weight of the conversation could drop instantly. But she right, about the chances of death even while feeling safe.

The company of the other gave Evermore comfort. The two may not live with each other, but perhaps this one meeting would be enough to rejuvenate faith and hope to continue living in the wilds. Evermore settles back down. "It is strange to think death could always be upon us," she started off, "but moments like these are the reasons why many forget death exists." It is when creatures find their comfor that they forget the bad things in the world exist. Evermore was thankful for those good things, the things that made life bearable, enjoyable, and free-feeling.