Sawtooth Spire But time makes you bolder

ugh, sorry for the wait. i've been really slow

She looked away at his response. She had neither the energy nor the desire to counter his words; she had come to accept her fate long before now, and there really wasn't anything he could say to change her mind. 

When he spoke again, her gaze lifted to meet his. I think that's just how it is for some of us, no matter how good we are or how much we try to change it, she said quietly. She knew some might offer him the same response he gave her, but she was never one to offer disingenuous sentiments to make another feel better. Maybe he was cursed like she was. Maybe not. But she had no way of knowing, and so far it seemed he had suffered the same as she had. 

He brought up her return to the hollow, implying that there was a reason she found herself there, and she couldn't necessarily disagree. It seems that way, she told him first, releasing a soft sigh. But my plans haven't changed. She paused and shook her head. Sometimes I think I want to stay because of Stag, but I know I can't. I've been totured by the decision. Another sigh, and then she let the silence fall between them again as her gaze drifted and focused on the outline of the peaks in the distance.