Swiftcurrent Creek this is your fate

She wanted to believe him. She wanted to fit herself into his embrace and tell him that yes, she would follow him and that she would be his. She wanted to promise the world to him, assure him that she would be there always to support him, show him that she could be strong when he needed her to be. But could she do it? Could she be brave enough to face Bazi? Could she find it in her heart to tell her that it was time to go, because she was needed elsewhere? But what if she was needed in Swiftcurrent, too? She felt rooted there, safe and accepted. Doubt and uncertainty clouded her mind, and as she looked at Shadow she knew she could not give him an answer.

"I'm sorry," the young medic said softly, regretfully, as she fought hard to maintain what little strength she had left. "I have to speak to Bazi, and then I will make my decision. I need to think, and I... I can't just walk away without seeing her." Paarthurnax owed it to Bazi to do things right, and make an inform me decision. She needed to accept that no matter her choice, someone was bound to be hurt. And she would feel the brunt, no matter which part she chose.

She touched her nose to Shadow's cheek, traced it across the sleek ashen fur there until she was muzzle against his throat. "On the evening of the third day from now," the crimson beauty managed, tears still threatening to spill and her voice heavy with emotion, "Wait for me at the North-Eastern shore of Duck Lake. By the time the sun sets, of I am not there... I want you to go on without me."