Broken Antler Fen PeachPuff

"You deserve such and so much more," Wraen replied, though in the back of her mind the guilt was nagging for all the times she could have been a better friend to him and had not. It was so easy to be generous, friendly and supportive, when things went well. But - what if (an "if" she hated to even think about it) - it no longer did? Years had passed and she still felt as if she had failed him, when Wildfire had passed. Perhaps, it was worse in her memory than, what her brother-in-law perceived of the same situation, but she did not like the very real possibility of not being able to help him properly, if anything bad happened.

Maybe it was better then to live one day at a time and deal with hypothetical problems, only when they became palpable and real. Why smudge that beautiful moment they were having right now? Who could tell now, if it was going to be one of the 1000 or the last bright one in ensuing darkness? She cast a side-glance at him, offered a sincere smile, if he happened to catch her eye and then they continued their search for the proper Blackthorn memorial in a comfortable silence, exchanging words only, when it was necessary. 

Seemed like a good place to fade out. A new one?