Sleepy Fox Hollow Away from all of reality

Monarch motioned over the peaks. Stag followed the gesture with his gaze, wondering what Neverwinter was like and how she had managed to travel so far from home.

And here he was, afraid to go the next territory over..

He shuffled, looking at his feet quietly. He did a lot of that these days -- when things were too intense, or he couldn't quite find the right things to say. He worried the inside of his cheek, feeling the patchwork groove of new skin laid over old, chewed abrasions.

"Does it still feel bad all the time?" It was all he could think to reply -- but if Monarch had found happiness somewhere else, who was he to stand in her way?