Big Salmon Lake Endless phone calls and dreaming about you

The way he described it reminded her of how she'd felt in Firefly Glen. Of course, she'd fucked it up for herself, even before the place was... yeah. But she still wondered, at times, what things would have been like if she hadn't. It was hard not to.

Good. He deserved that, and unlike her, he was smart enough to see it for what it was. She was beginning, however slowly, to see a slight pattern in herself though. What kind of growth that'd bring was hard to tell, but self reflection was a hell of a drug right now.

She'd been happy, but she'd freaked out, self sabotaged, and lost that. It was more complicated than that at the time, sure, but she'd still never recapture that. And nowhere since had lived up to it.

Maybe I will. Sometime. And see if Killdeer wants to too. She subsided into quiet while she finished gathering what she needed of the bark. If he didn't start a conversation, she'd quietly say farewell before heading back the way she came. She had a few things to think on, more maybe than when she'd started, but that didn't mean he hadn't helped immensely. And it was good to know she had someone in her corner right now, even if she didn't plan to use him again anytime too soon. He was happy; she wasn't going to fuck with that too much.