Blackfeather Woods a distant ship smoke on the horizon

They sat for a long few moments, silently embracing. His words were a balm to her battered spirit and they echoed within her, bones and flesh and all. No one had promised her such fealty and meant it. They all had left. Even Titmouse had left. . .but he'd always returned.

And now, perhaps, they would never be apart again.

Maegi swayed, eyelids drooping. The slightly charged conversation had drained her. She lowered herself to the carpet of leaves once more, inviting him downward with a cant of her head. The ground was redolent of damp earth and decaying things. 

It smelled like home. It smelled like her parents, and brought to mind the single shriek Anansi had uttered before his life had been snuffed out.

Sleep would bring with it nightmares; it always did. But what difference was it from spending every waking moment in this place?

Maegi drifted off, pressed against her lover's warmth, rooted inextricably to the soil of Blackfeather Woods.