Stone Circle silverweave

I was thinking about the same thing!!

She felt a little better as she returned to Kvarsheim. It was early, now; she'd spent the night lost in her own head, but not in the usual way. There was something softer about this experience, something she found comfort in. She was tired, but she didn't mind. Soon she would see Bjarna, and finally, finally that thought sparked some joy. For a moment she didn't even wonder what she would say to her.
Then she heard Lestan's call, and all of that anxiety came rushing back to her. Oh! What would Lestan say?
But she suddenly desperately wanted to see him. She called back to him, figuring she would be too slow to meet him before he started to wonder. Her carelessness the night before had only served to worsen the overall soreness that plagued her. Still, she tried to pick up a normal pace so that he might not see immediately that she was hurt. Her fur, fluffed up as it was from her recent bath, hid the worst of it, though he would surely still smell the blood on her.
All those thoughts fled when she saw him. Lestan! She couldn't help but exclaim every time she saw him; his presence brought her too much joy to be contained. And then she was running, forgetting her pain, forgetting the bear and her stupidity. She didn't even notice that he was holding something — all that mattered was that he was here.