Emberflame Ridge i might fade like a sigh if I stay.

I'm no miss, she countered, huffing a little at how weirdly old the title made her feel. Wylla wasn't even three years old yet but being called miss made her feel like some kind of elderly ninny, and she didn't like that one bit. Jigsaw was just being polite, but such formal titles were lost on her. She preferred to be called just Wylla.

Which he did, in the end. She extended a tight-lipped smile and said, sure, see you around, before leaving Mr. Spotty Disease and heading back up into the mountains to continue her search. If he made it to Diaspora and was brought into their fold then she most certainly would run into him again ... preferably when things were weighing less heavily on her.