Sunbeam Lair seorsum

There was a dry humor beneath that stoical exterior, and Meadow chuffed a soft laugh, wondering if the Matrona she had heard so much about was was as aloof as the soldiers she ran with. It wouldn’t have surprised her—what did surprise her was how bubbly Tamar had come from such ranks.

Amicable silence stretched between them for a moment. Every so often she would steal a glance to him—met with his profile as he drew in the cool autumn air. If serenity could be found with a simple walk between friends, then she was content with that.

She must be—for the man grieved his wife and she? She wasn’t looking to place herself in any scenario in which she could be hurt again. "I can give Tamar your regards, if you'd like," she offered as they neared closer the borders of Epoch.