Greatwater Lake the touch is cold

Saarthal studied Opalia quietly, fiery eyes roaming surprisingly gently over the stranger's features. Obviously, she had no clue as to what Pretty Eyes's predicament was but she could guess...there was something uncanny and uncomfortably familiar about Opalia's expressions that caused her heart to clench. Her mouth felt like sandpaper and all at once, she felt both guilty and...strangely - no, it would not do to dwell long on such emotions and scenarios. 

"It's hard, isn't it?" Saarth said, her smile lined with a melancholy which appeared, to those who knew Saarthal, utterly uncharacteristic. But, things had changed and she knew, more than anyone, how happiness was less than a breath away from sadness. "I've been wandering for a long time," Saar replied, "though not necessarily out of choice."