Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

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Worthy, but hard places. Stag wondered what that meant - he didn't lack the imagination to surmise that each place had come with difficulties, and that was likely why she was back at their doorstep.. Well, not back, since they were something else now.. but still, back where maybe she belonged.

Did she belong here? Stag selfishly hoped she did, but he realized that she was like the eagles that soared over Sagtannet. Many miles passed under their wings, and he saw them often enough, but they were destined to see many places while he was grounded here.

He blushed as she said he looked grown. He didn't feel  grown, and her compliment that he was handsome nearly had his composure unglued. "Thanks," he answered bashfully, his eyelids fluttering in self-consciousness; "You look grown too." He wanted to say pretty, but that did little to serve to paint the full picture. Praimfaya was more than pretty; she was strong, bold, confident. "You look incredibly strong." Like, she could kick his ass right then and there strong. "Did they teach you to fight?"

Regarding the adjustment... Stag's face fell a moment, but then lifted. "It was different, but that's life. We're better now, I think."