Ravensblood Forest Wer um die Göttin freit, suche in ihr nicht das Weib

he has lost, then, and seeks to rebuild. it is an honourable thing, the shadow thinks, to strive again for what one once had. but her thoughts on the matter, as with most things, remain unspoken. his gaze is somewhere else, and she does not seek to find it. 

his question is received only with a nod. she is alone, through no express attempts of her own to be so, and yet nor does she seek to change this. her darker shadow sweeps low, suddenly, dipping down from the canopy to rest upon a lower branch. it sidesteps, settling itself down as its gaze finds them for a moment.