Greatwater Lake the touch is cold

Right now, so freshly in her state of nothing but loss, this was all she could muster, it seemed. Inwardly peeved by how fragile her grasp on it felt, but still aching, she was navigating these uncertainties for all she was worth. Thank you, she replied sincerely after a lingering moment of thought; that didn't feel like enough, though that was becoming a common feeling for her. Maybe it was high time she learn to cope with it, among so many others matters.

She took the words to heart, though, and would keep them for later. Good--I think I'd like to cross paths again one day. On better terms.. with myself, I swear it isn't always like this, she tried again for a grin as she shook her head, one that felt lacking compared to Saarthal's (in so many ways!). Thanks again, and maybe, I will see you later, she said before a last chuff of goodbye for now, and the golden yearling was on her way to continue her search beyond.