Sun Mote Copse Hold one's soul as gently as a butterfly in your hands

... yeah. You're right.  Though Wraen meant it in the best way possible, Maia took her words at their literal sound - that no one, outside Wraen, would really miss her here when she was gone.  It fit with what she already had assumed, and while it made the prospect of goodbyes easier, it made her feel a weird kind of sad.

I should probably tell a couple goodbye, she said, thinking about it.  Weejay, and Eljay, definitely.  Towhee?  Probably not, since Wraen covered that.  She couldn't really think of anyone else, and doubtless, those she did say goodbye to would get over it pretty fast.  Maybe that was her destiny, with all this traveling, to meet a ton of wolves but never really have any family outside of Wraen.

I don't think either of us will ever be able to promise much, she finally responded, with a little bit of a laugh.  Just promise not to leave me behind, and we are good.