Moonspear Every road to recovery starts at the breakdown

He agreed with Hydra’s assessment, though perhaps a crueler part of him felt the inclination to let him wither and rot along their borders. It was not an unexpected bitterness to discover, but rather more akin to water poured across still simmering stones for what had transpired. With the weeks that had passed, he knew that Arcturus would not be returning to them, would not darken their doorstep—it seemed an equally cruel fate that the universe would churn up and pass Revui back to them and he not know for what.

A sigh dislodged itself; passive, quiet, a tension escaping.

At least they would not have to house him, and moving him to the glen would be easy enough. He cast a look to Bronco, and when all was said and done and ready, would move to aid them in their transport.