Sleepy Fox Hollow einigung

River found herself paused, holding her breath so that the sight before her would not steal it. She stared into the trees for a long while, motionless except for a faint quivering of apprehension, and then she looked up to Mahler. I want to go alone, she told him, unconcerned with how he might feel on the matter. But I'm not ready to leave you yet. It was the truth. Her heart ached for him -- longed for the familiarity of his protective shadow looming over her, even though she was no longer a little girl in mourning. Instead, she was a full-fledged adult ensnared in true grief, and she needed him all the same.

Can we hunt together? Could he even run long distances anymore with all those scars? Or have you gotten too old? she asked slyly.