Blackfeather Woods I felt your shadow on the way home.

She felt his kiss and exhaled, long and soft into the chilly air. Pressed gently against him, comforted for the first time in many days. The world dissolved around them and it was just Maegi and Mou in a sea of darkness, of nothingness, of triviality.

Perhaps if things were better, she would have held onto her anger and held fast to the desire to chase him away. There would be no second chance.

But her state of mind was fragile and cold and the warmth he provided, especially in this moment, was enough to forgive and forget. At least for now. She had no room in her heart for past grudges. Life, as it turned out, was too short.

If he stayed, he stayed, and she would have no further quarrel with him.