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She nodded with an eagerness, wary of being too eager! Often times she found herself toeing this line and yet it never felt bad to her. Simply mindful and respectful of how he might feel.

First she would take them to the river. Well, stream, she supposed. Not that she was deeply familiar with the differences between the two nor did she think it made a world of difference to him either. Places where rocks had dropped from the slopes into the waters held a show for them. Rushing water over the rocks. Sometimes it was crashing sounds into a large stone. Other times, on older stone, it was a smooth sound. It had carved its path on some of the stones long ago.

Some places laid barren.

Only dirt and tiny rocks for the river bed. Nothing large to block the flow. Hesitantly she took a step into the calm waters here. Head turned to look over a bony shoulder at him.

A silent question in her gaze.

Perhaps he would join her, perhaps it would be for the best if he didn’t wet his wounds.