Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

Instinct was a grand thing, came the mercurial note, as the girl curled her body like a mink into the warmth offered by the great, large odd-talker.

She was also very tired, her eyelids drooping with every breath she drew into her chest. Her conscious thought wavered, and she raised her head, though it felt weighed down by so many stones, and she cast it upwards to rest upon the outside of a thigh, like a pillow for her travel weary head.

Her eyes closed and, for a time, she could imagine happiness in the warmth. A smile curved her features.

Thank you. Her voice was quiet, as cold as the snow she had walked out of.