Hideaway Strath My Mind Troubles Me

She appreciated his support, especially as he sat beside her. 
"I will always keep the secrets of The Saints secure. They aren't my secrets to tell." An indirect agreement to keep quiet, but an agreement nonetheless. "And I will always wish you well, especially where winter is almost here. As for if there ends up being a war, I can't promise I will return. The future is formless and full of unexpected surprises..." The truth of her somber words was a bit alarming, especially now. Nyra knew she could die, any time, any place, and she wouldn't always if ever have control over what would eventually take her life. Be it old age or anything else.