Dragoncrest Cliffs I burned the path you walk on

Rosalyn had crossed paths with Merlin here and there, but if there was anything amiss in the way he greeted her, she didn't notice it now. She was wrapped up in thoughts of scouting, of where they might go... and of how long it had been since she herself had left the territory. Months?

Merlin, she greeted him, shaking some of the distraction. How are you? Always such an empty question, generally followed by the obligatory 'fine' and a return. Yet occasionally she felt pressed to follow the formalities, as there were few other ways of checking in.

She had the sudden sensation there'd been a question she'd wanted to ask him, but it had slipped her mind. Perhaps she'd think of it, but for now it was simply a tingle of frustrating absence. Like a word she just couldn't find.