Herbalists' Cache When choices end, you must defend

A spot of green among the pale; the forest had retained its beauty even through winter, and Tybault could only think that Ophelia would love this place. He had split from his brothers, hoping to cover more ground this way. Their search held a renewed sense of urgency, a note of hope that had not been there before. If they could find each other, why not Ophelia too? The world was a big place but they were forever connected to one another. At least, Tybault hoped so.
He was torn between checking the ground for scents and studying the trees. They were nothing like the ones back in The Gilded Sea, but he was used to that by now. It was just that he couldn't get Ophelia off of his mind now. He wanted to know what she would think about the trees. He wanted to ask what she thought of the world beyond the Sea; if she loved it or hated it, if she wanted to go home with him. But it wasn't really home, was it? Home was their family, and they were scattered to the winds. He didn't know where he would take her when he found her. Away, he thought, away from all of it.