Stone Circle Sweet Sunrise

He held her and spoke to her gently, wise words she would think back on later and cherish. For just a moment she thought of her father, and wished he had been someone more like Gunnar. She wished someone had held her like this, after Rose. After she'd watched her die. Reverie knew what had happened, she always had, but she'd never been able to say it. Suddenly she needed to say it now, with whatever presence of mind she could still grasp. We needn't speak of it, Gunnar told her, but she needed it more than she had ever needed anything.
I watched her die, She whispered, and buried her face in his fur and didn't say anything else for a long time. It was not the confession she had come here to make, but it was the one her heart called for. She had been ready for this for a long time, she realized. She just hadn't been brave enough to make the leap, not until someone gave her the space and the kindness and the stable ground on which to make her stand.