Greatwater Lake rewind

Shall we go ahead and set this for after the outcome of the Cara/Ptar fight?

She turned to face him, and this time he found no ire or distaste in the depths of her eyes. In fact, she seemed quite happy to see him. But the relief was partially lost on Mordecai, who was feeling more of the mixed emotions broiling within him. As much as he had traveled and as many places he had found himself willingly apart of (no matter how minor), Ouroboros was the most profound of them. It pulled at him strongly, and pulled him in directions he found himself uncomfortable with. For a long time, he had not really put roots down. He put stock into things, worked hard, but had never sunk those proverbial roots into much of anything. Sedona had been his one and only, but Sedona had been his home. His birthplace. He knew he could go see it again some day, but it too had ceased to be his home.

His thoughts disgressed from their own monologue as she insisted on staying a moment more. To that the tawny Ostrega merely nodded his head; he would not deny her what she wanted to do. She outranked him now. Lecter had seen something in her that Mordecai had not, but only because the repertoire between them was lacking. But he would see it through either way, partially out of curiosity, and partially because he kept his word. He would support Lecter's decision. Even so, there was little harm in staying a moment longer. If this was how she intended to make her peace, or what she believed — if she believed, then so be it.