Dragoncrest Cliffs get outside

It was a strange feeling. Their son had come back wounded, Meerkat's too, but Rosalyn found herself detached from the worry the others seemed to carry. There was a tired acceptance in her now, an understanding that this sort of thing would happen. Things would always be taken, but at least in this instance, nothing permanent.

The calm sometimes felt more like a fog than still water. It was isolating but it was also a shield.

She'd set out to gather more seaweed. They did not need it yet but it gave her an excuse to walk beside the waves and keep to her own thoughts for a time. When she spotted Jorunn she stopped, watching, with a look that softened some.

She would be a mother soon. And she would know that loss too. The pirate hung back, out of the colder waters, and simply observed. She didn't want to interrupt the other woman's peace just yet. Then she spotted Val doing the same, and with a small dip of her head, moved to continue off along the beach.

She hadn't spoken much to him since he returned. No part of her sought to punish him... but that disconnect. It wasn't something she could choose to leave behind. No amount of warmth could entirely disperse it.