Northstar Vale choke this love 'til the vein starts to shiver

From quaking with grief and sadness, she was now practically fuming. He practically deflated before her—like a kid who’s favorite balloon just popped. There was a sting of guilt that came with that—she had meant to find him to comfort him, not to find herself in a ridiculous argument.

And yet she needed the space—had to take in what had just happened and steel her emotions.

She allowed him to nudge her on the head, but she made no move to reciprocate. Stony, she turned, silver form fleeing into the foliage of the vale, seeking solitude for her thoughts and to weigh her heavy heart of all that had transpired.