Lion Head Mesa she is lonely most of the time

The two collided, the moon and its dark cradle of night, with Maegi near-sobbing in her former co-leader's embrace. Tears were freely streaming down her cheeks, and she ached all over from the sudden rush of happy relief the woman's appearance had granted her.

It's true, she whispered against the black shoulder. It is you—I smelled you, but I didn't think. . . How, how did you find me again?

Perhaps it was destiny, like all the times she and Mou had been reunited. Maybe Jakoul was as much her soulmate as the one-eyed man.

Her shoulders trembled with emotion.