Dragoncrest Cliffs weeper

Perhaps. She knew it wouldn't be true. She wouldn't drop the true extend of the things she grappled with on the other woman, but there was a tired sort of acceptance that things had changed irrevocably for her. Her mind betrayed her - her body was following.

But with that came a kind of resilient resistance. Time grew short - yet she hesitated to do the things she wished. What was the point?

Suddenly Rosalyn was filled with a silent insistence. Her gaze burned anew and she gently closed the space between them, looking for signs of hesitation. Of the rejection she expected to find.