Greatwater Lake the touch is cold

The pale yearling wore her ears back a bit longer, listening, and found a small hint of a dark grin that was still laced in all of her sorrow. It does hurt. Worse than any fight I've seen, so far.. she sighed, and Drageda had raised her to be tough in the face of all opposition--everything that this absence topped, easily, and how were her days meant to go from here? Suddenly, her sights went hazy in regards to what she had once known so undoubtedly. To have first lost Drageda, then have Roangeda not find its feet, then... this?

It occurred to her to wonder why she had come to find Saarthal, and her unique sort of unspoken understanding, here today of all times there could ever be.. but that led her into question after question from there. Anyway, she said, and shook out her coat, physically trying to put herself all the way back together somehow, or simply let go of the weight entirely--she wasn't sure which to pursue more, but, it was something. Are you going anywhere? Or.. planning to? she asked carefully, having squared her paws and aimed an easier look at her companion, trying not to be so damn... sad, frustrated, and utterly lost--if only for a moment while she might have any semblance of a chance, and all before she could feel guilty about any kind of distraction again.