Northstar Vale Tell my friends I Don't miss you

His training and days long past had him sensing her quickly—her eyes sweeping over the man as he turned to look at her and she felt a tug of guilt at pulling him from what he was doing—as if forcing his focus on her.

She offered a smile—though it appeared wane—her emotions always upon her sleeve for the world to see. He asked if she was feeling better and a slender shoulder lifted in a shrug, her form still using the trunk of the large tree to brace herself in a quiet rest from walking. “As good as I can be,” she offered, her amber eyes drifting from him to study what he had been doing, curiosity stirring. “But I should be asking you that…”