Hideaway Strath My Mind Troubles Me

He nodded solemnly.
She might even come back, once she'd found peace.
He held himself up, leaning into Nyra slightly then taking the pressure away again. Letting her fall into him if she wanted.

"I'm glad to hear," he murmured.
To know she was really going to look for this place was better than being left with the unknown of finding her corpse.

At the mention of their leave, Derg looked to Nyra, ears perked to catch her every word.
He was worried about it, in truth. Otherwise...the other option would likely be that Sasha.
No chance.

"Thank you," he smiled softly, his voice low.
He looked out to the Strath again, thinking.