Fairspell Meadow there is no pain; you are receding

Whenever you're ready, darling <3

Her first reaction upon seeing the dark line of trees upon the horizon was to laugh.

Not a sound with any sort of genuine mirth. Just a weary, incredulous chuckle, a Shit, from the corner of her mouth. She sat down and her face fell once more. One corner of her lips twisted permanently into a devilish grin, the other drooping, mournful.

Comedy and tragedy: a perfect duality. Except the latter had been present throughout her life; the former, markedly missing.

Seven children had Maegi been given to raise, and seven children had she lost.

She winced, sucking in a hissing breath as she shifted her weight. She'd aggravated an old injury, the break she'd sustained upon her twisted right foreleg when the tunnels had collapsed. Not that she wasn't used to hobbling around on three legs—but it was painful, and it only compounded her complete and utter exhaustion.

They had to stop. But not here. . . 

They couldn't. As much as she wanted to. There were too many ghosts.

Maegi placed her head upon @Titmouse's shoulders, closing her eyes. Shutting out the sight of this meadow, of the woods yonder, of any sense but the comforting feel of his flesh and bones, the smell of him.

Well, she sighed, feeling like her own bones were disintegrating. Helpless. Should we go?