Hideaway Strath My Mind Troubles Me

"I know you do," he mused quietly.
He felt the urge before. To follow Grezig here, and then he felt at peace. Of course, now, he hadn't seen her for so long, he wanted to find her again. Needed to.

He moved to sit beside her, looking out into their forest.
Pressed against her trembling form, supporting her.
Hell, she could fall asleep on him if she wanted. He would say it out loud though...

"We will always welcome you Nyra as long as you keep our secrets and still wish us well."
The Saints were her friends. Her family. His eyes followed the flight of an owl through the trees in the distant, spotting only the flashes of white as it hunted.
"You better come back if there's a war," he chuckled softly. She'd be ok once she left. She'd feel more at ease on the move.
He just hoped she kept safe.