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A warrior woman with scars. A son and daughter left in her wake.

Her heart clenched — or perhaps it was that tightness in her throat that threatened her. If she was this overwhelmed, she could only imagine the frenzy that Mahler had lived in the last few hours.

Softly, her head nodded in understanding. Only a call away, if more is needed. If there is any update. Although their words almost seemed to conclude their encounter. She felt...reluctance. Worry in her gut for him and those left behind.

So she lingered on willow limbs...unsure if he would allow her loitering or if she'd be ushered off to do what she had promised.