Hushed Willows Which way are you goin', which side will you be on?

The queen was still saddened by the loss of a friend, a confidant - her right-hand woman — but life moved on. There was no time nor place for her self-pity and mourning. There was only here and now - a threat of drowning on the horizon and the smell of danger spilling from the mountains. Dante at her side, whom she wished to ask for his heart - her family, her court, growing with each passing day.

The song of a not-so stranger rang through the air - soaked to the bone, the queen turned her head. Now why did that voice sound familiar? Her curiosity piqued and spirits slightly higher, she made her way to the border. Upon spotting the coat, the handsome face... Rafferty? She asked, unsure - the two had never spent significant time together, she hadn't been there long to begin with after all, but she'd jump off a cliff if she ever forgot a name when it was attached to a face and her past. What was he doing here, so soon after his Orlaith's outburst and abandonment?